He saluted. But blocked the way.
"May we go into the Zoo, please?"
His hand jerked down to his side. "One at a time," he answered; "—all but Thomas."
Thomas had come short with the others. Now as Gwendolyn looked at him she saw that he, also, was armed with a tongue—a warped and twisted affair, rough, but thin along its edges.
"If you try to keep me out," he cried, "I certainly will murder you!"
At this juncture the Policeman pit-patted forward and took his station at the left of the Gate. Next, the King's English stepped back until he stood at the right. Between them, hand in hand once more, passed Gwendolyn and the Man-Who-Makes-Faces.
The Piper came next. "Call that a' English tongue?" he asked, with an impudent grin at the soldier's shining weapon.
"Yes, sir."
"Pah!"
Now Thomas gave Jane a quick shove forward—but a shove which sent her only as far as the Gate.