“Inglays?”
“Si.”
“Inglays with cat’s tripes?”
“No.”
“But I say, yes. Meester Inglays with cat’s tripes, I say, yes. Take your baboon-face hence lest I mistake it for your stern and kick it. And tell your Inglays brothers that this is not their land, but a land of men. It is not for Inglays Miss, no tank you, nor for Meester Aow and Pipe Tooth. You come here you be shot.”
“You’d get into pretty hot water, if you shot me,” Hi said.
“You say?”
“You’d get into pretty hot water, if you shot me.”
“What the pretty mouth say? I no catch?”
“You’ll get into pretty hot water, if you shoot me.”