Billy’s eyes rolled.
“Hm! They’d never get one on me!” said he.
“What did they put on you, Gozo?” asked Taro, turning to his brother.
“Yes,” added Billy. “You weren’t wounded.”
“Neither was my uniform,” smiled Gozo. “They permitted me to retain my honorable garment.”
“Huh! Well, did they torture you?”
“No—oh no.”
“Not even knout you?”
“No. They were augustly kind—sometimes.”
“Sometimes!” repeated Billy, excitedly. “Then some other times they were cruel, huh?”