"'Ow am I to kill these 'ere h'animals?" he asked Bowdy Benners, who accompanied him. Bowdy's face still bore the marks of his encounter with the German sniper.
"Put a bullet through them," answered Bowdy, looking at the chickens.
"That'll blow 'em to blazes," said Bubb.
"Then wring their necks."
"'Ow?"
"Like this," said Bowdy getting hold of a water-bottle by the neck and swinging it round his head.
"I've a better plan," said Bubb gazing at the door of the estaminet. "You open that there door and I'll 'old the neck of the 'en against the jamb. I'll say 'One! two! free!' And at the word 'free' you swings the door wiv a bang against the post an' you'll snick the neck of a 'en like winkin'."
The operation was performed with great success, the chickens were decapitated and Bubb's thumb was bashed into an ugly purple.
"That's a go," he muttered. "Not much of a gyme killin' chickens like this."
"Not much of a gyme indeed," said Bowdy. "But they'll make a good meal, these fowl."