Git-ep, I say!" "Oh, pshaw!" said Hughie, "you know what I mean." "Not much I don't.

But it don't matter so long as you're feelin' all right.

This swamp's rather bad for the groojums." "What ?" Hughie's eyes began to open wide as he glanced into the forest.
"The groojums.

Never heard of them things?
They ketch a fellow in places like this when it's gettin' on towards midnight, and about daylight it's almost as bad." "What are they like ?" asked Hughie, upon whom the spell of the forest lay.
"Oh, mighty queer.

Always crawl up on your back, and ye can't help twistin' round." Hughie glanced at Thomas and was at once relieved.
"Oh, pshaw! Billy Jack, you can't fool me.