The Terror thrust his hands into his pockets; his square chin stuck out in dogged resolution; a deep frown furrowed his brow; and his face was flushed.
“This must be stopped,” he said through his set teeth.
“But how?” said Erebus.
“We’ll find a way. It’s war!” said the Terror darkly.
Wiggins spurned the earth joyfully: “I’m on your side,” he said. “I’m a trusty ally. He called me Freckles.”
“Come on,” said the Terror. “We’d better face him.”
They walked firmly to meet the detested enemy. As they drew near, the Terror’s face recovered its flawless serenity; but Erebus was scowling still.
From twenty yards away Captain Baster greeted them in a rich hearty voice: “How’s Terebus and the Error; and how’s Freckles?” he cried, and laughed heartily at his own delightful humor.
The Twins greeted him with a cold, almost murderous politeness; Wiggins shook hands with Mrs. Dangerfield very warmly and left out Captain Baster.
“I’m always pleased to see you with the Twins, Wiggins,” said Mrs. Dangerfield with her delightful smile. “I know you keep them out of mischief.”