They tried ker-plunk, and although that seemed to answer the purpose fairly well, they were far from satisfied.
So was Johnny, but he would not say a word to save their lives.

In spite of himself he heard a howl of glee when some genius among them declaimed loudly: "_Johnny volluped into Job's Coffin, and Venus she most died a-lawfin!_" Johnny gave a grunt of contempt, and the genius, who happened to be Bud, lifted his head off the pillow and stared at the black shadow where Johnny lay curled up like a cat.
"What's the matter with that, Skyrider?
Kain't I make up po'try if I want to ?" "Sure.

Help yourself--you poor fish.

Vollup! _Hunh!_" The contempt was even more pronounced than before.
"Well?
What's the matter with that?
You said it yourself.

And look out how you go peddlin' names around here.