“No. There is one, really,” cried Norman, examining the pan of his gun. “It attacked aunt.”
Shanter shook his head.
“Baal. Can’t pidney. What say?”
“Big snake no budgery, bite aunt,” said Norman.
“Snake bite big white Mary. Baal bite: all mumkull.”
“Oh, I do wish the man would speak English,” cried Aunt Georgie. “There, you boys, stand back.—Shanter, go and kill the snake.”
Shanter shook his head and tucked his nulla-nulla in his waistband again, laughing silently all the time.
“But there is a terribly great one, Shanter, and I order you to go and kill it.”
“Baal mumkull snake.”
“Yes; you can kill it, sir. Go and kill it directly. Throw that thing at it, and knock it down.”