"Think you'm talking to a maiden," advised Jack Head.
"Do get on!" cried Dennis. Then he prompted the faulty mummer.
"Here come I, St. George——"
Ned struck an attitude and started.
"Here come I, St. George; from Britain did I spring;
I'll fight the Russian Bear, my wonders to begin.
I'll pierce him through, he shall not fly;
I'll cut him—cut him—cut him——"
"How does it go?"
"'I'll cut him down,'" prompted Dennis.
"Right!
"I'll cut him down, or else I'll die."
"Good! Now, come on, Bear!" said Nathan.