“I’m going over the hills out of sight, drop to the ground there, and hide the balloon, and then come back afoot.”
“Well, don’t be very long about it, Bob.”
“Oh! there’s no hurry. They don’t mean to kill you till sunset, Fitz.”
“Well, do you think I want to stay cooped up here all day?”
“You mustn’t get impatient, Fitzy,” the boy giggled.
“You stop your laughing,” the goblin grumbled. “It isn’t funny.”
“Isn’t it?” tauntingly.
“No, it isn’t, Roberty-Boberty!”
“Yeah—yeah! Old Epilepsy!”