He had Sam in his mouth, and had swallowed him as far as his waist, when Sam began to kick on the floor with his feet." "I see, I see--" Hans' eyes were as big as saucers.
"That woke Dick and me up, and we ran and got Sam by the legs, and pulled for all we were worth." "You ton't tole me, Tom! Und vot did dot vot-you-call-him do den ?" "He planked his ten feet on the floor, and--" "His ten feet did you said, Tom ?" interrupted Hans doubtfully.
"To be sure.

Didn't you know that a real jibberjacker has ten feet ?" "Maype I did--I ton't oxactly remember about him." "I am surprised at your ignorance of natural history, Hans.

Yes, the real jibberjacker has ten feet, although a branch of the family, known as the jibbertwister, has only eight feet." "Well, go on.

He planked his ten feets by der floor town--" "He held on and so did we, and it was a regular tug of war between us.
Sam was swallowed as far as the waist, and couldn't do anything to help himself.

You just ask Sam if that isn't so." "When Tom tells the truth it's a fact every time, Hans," answered Sam, who felt as if he would choke from suppressed laughter.
"So the blamed old jibberjacker held on and held on," continued Tom.
"Then we gave a tug and he gave a tug, and all of a sudden Sam came out.