“Nonsense, you’ve got bear on the brain,” said Snythergen.
Near where they had landed an enormous boy was playing marbles with bowling balls. He was nearly as tall as Snythergen and heavier.
“Hooray! There’s some one I can talk to without bending down to the ground,” cried Snythergen joyfully. “I can play with him without being afraid of stepping on him.” And he strolled up to watch him play marbles while Sancho Wing and Squeaky remained at a safe distance, a little awed by the bigness of two such giant boys.
“Want to play?” asked the boy, whose name was Blasterjinx.
“Yes,” said Snythergen, and the two shot the big ten pin balls about as if they were peas.
“Let’s spin tops,” said Blasterjinx after Snythergen had won most of his marbles and paid back what he had borrowed.
“This is a hummer,” said the boy, taking a colored top from under his blouse and winding it with a string as thick as a clothes-line. He hurled it through the air and it landed upright on its point, spinning so rapidly it seemed standing still, and as it spun it sang.
Interested in the big top, Sancho Wing and Squeaky edged closer and closer.
“Why, it sounds like canary birds!” cried Snythergen delighted.