How Seals sometimes make those who wax eager stick.
“I say, Dick,” said Arthur after a long silence, “I wish we could go out now.”
“Not frightened, are you?”
“Not now,” said Arthur with simple truthfulness. “I was at first, but I don’t mind now.”
“It was unked, as the people here call it,” said Dick, “and gashly. I wondered at first whether there were any sea-serpents or ugly things living in a place like this.”
“Sea-monsters,” said Arthur. “So did I, but I seem to have got used to it at last.”
“Oh, I say,” said Dick, “I’m getting so hungry! What a long time father is!”
“He’s finding good ore,” said Arthur, “he seems to be so interested. Dick—Dick—oh! what’s that?”
Snork!
It was not the snarl of a wild beast, but a sound that seemed to be represented by that word.