But they did, and lost their tempers because nobody could get a hearing; Bob and Prince John stamped and rattled the chains of their head-stalls, Dan chased Tibbie up the loft ladder, and Poll shrieked at Rikki:
“You’re a miserable, cat-whiskered soor-ka butcha, that’s what you are, and I mean it this time, whatever it is!”
And that is all, I think, for this time.
Transcriber’s Notes:
Minor changes have been made to regularize hyphenation and correct minor printer errors.
Illustrations have been moved below paragraphs to allow smoother reading in this e-book.
Half page chapter titles before the chapter number have been removed as repetitive.
Page numbers for the blank and chapter title pages are shown with the page number as a range of numbers, to reflect the physical book's page numbering.