“Stupid yourself!” snapped his brother Jabber. “You know as well as I do that it is much the best plan to keep on a straight line with the prey we are hunting. We can’t half see if we are far above or below. If you hadn’t splashed so loudly with your tail—”
“I didn’t splash with my tail,” retorted Slasher angrily.
“You did,” insisted Jabber.
“I say I didn’t!”
“I say you did!”
“Well, well,” said grandma, as she paused to gather up her fancy work, “everybody knows that a family quarrel is the worst kind of quarrel. But in this case the dispute had a speedy ending, for the two brothers fiercely attacked each other, and right there and then they fought a terrible duel, which only ended with the death of both combatants, for each died pierced through the body with his brother’s sword.
“So perished the two dreaded sentinels of Coral-Land, and Sammy was at his journey’s end.”