“Shall we chuck it to Pan?”
“No, not all. Here, give him a slice. Pooh! He sniff’s at it. Just see! He’s pampered; he won’t eat it. Here, take the board, Mark, and put it in the store-room.”
Mark took the board with the bacon on it; and went to the hut. He came back with a mug full of ale, saying they had better drink it before it got quite stale.
“We must shoot something,” said Bevis. “We can’t eat much of that stuff.”
“Let’s go round the island,” said Mark, “and see if there’s anything about. Parrots, perhaps.”
“Pigeon-pie,” said Bevis.
“Parrot-pie; just the thing.”
“Hammer Pan, or he’ll run on first and spoil everything.”