“Well done, Ciboule!—you’ve rapped her coker-nut!” cried a voice.
“Ciboule forever!”
“Come out, you Devourers, if you dare!”
“They have said a hundred times, that the neighbors were too cowardly even to come and look at their house,” squealed the little man with the ferret’s face.
“And now they show the white feather!”
“If they will not come out,” cried the quarryman, in voice of thunder, “let us smoke them out!”
“Yes, yes!”
“Let’s break open the door!”
“We are sure to find them!”
“Come on! come on!”