“Well, dost hear me?” said Morok, with impatience. “Is it plain enough?”
“Not feed? when our meat is there, and supper is already three hours after time!” cried Goliath, with ever-increasing amazement.
“Obey, and hold your tongue.”
“You must wish something bad to happen this evening. Hunger makes the beasts furious—and me also.”
“So much the better!”
“It’ll drive ‘em mad.”
“So much the better!”
“How, so much the better?—But—”
“It is enough!”
“But, devil take me, I am as hungry as the beasts!”