"He is getting altogether too fresh." "Danny Griswold, that gun is loaded, and they are going to fire it!" Merry cried, with well-simulated fear.
Danny's red head came farther out, like the head of a tortoise issuing from its shell.
"Then I suppose I shall be able to get out of here!" Danny chirped.

"I can't do it, unless I am shot out.

I slipped in here easy enough, but I've grown, I guess, for I can't slip back." "How did you get in there, anyway ?" "Climbed in." "I'm afraid you will have to climb out." A gunner came hurrying upon the scene.
"Wh-what ?" he sputtered.
"Our little friend is in need of assistance.

If he gets out of there he will never play cannon-ball again." "If you will just fire me!" Danny begged, not a bit abashed.
The gunner was not at all willing that Danny's plight should be discovered by an officer, so he quickly went to Danny's assistance, and "fired" him by bodily pulling him out of the cannon.
"Thanks!" chirped the little joker, as he dropped to the ground.

"Bink says that I'm a small-caliber projectile, but I was quite big enough for that cannon.