"Why—let's see," said Fandy, rather puzzled. "Oh! yes; the one I kill first is it—that's the game."
"All right," exclaimed Tommy Budd, "and then that one takes the gun and sword and hunts. That's first-rate. Let's begin."
But Fandy objected to this.
"No, no," he said, "I've got to do all the killin', 'coz it's my game. I'll tell you what! The ones that gets killed are dead animals; and all the dead animals can go under the bed!"
"That'll do," they shouted; and the game began. Such roaring and baying, growling and shouting, were never heard in human habitation before.
Baby Isabel, who must have been born to be a lion-tamer, looked on in great glee; and Cora tried not to feel frightened.
Fandy made a capital hunter; he shot right and left, and sawed off the heads of the slain like a good fellow, until at last there were four dead animals under the bed, all lying curled up just as still as mice.
There was only one more animal to kill, and that was Tom, the kangaroo.
Bang! went Fandy's gun—the shovel end pressed in style against his shoulder. Bang!
But the kangaroo didn't fall.