"I vos a tead boy! I vos peen bit in more as nine huntred und sefenteen blaces alretty yet! Vere vos dot toctor ?" "They're centipades sure!" groaned Barney.

"An Oi didn't belave there wur such craythers! Ouch! ouch! How they boight! Take 'em off!" But the two lads danced, kicked and beat about them with their arms so that no one could remove the crawfish.
The boys who were witnesses of this "circus," nearly choked with laughter.

Sammy Smiles had a fit, and rolled on the floor, clinging to his sides.
All the while Frank was apparently making desperate efforts to quiet the boys and remove the crawfish, but, at the same time he was saying just loud enough for them to hear: "The bite is deadly poison! The only antidote is equal parts of new milk and vinegar taken internally.

About a gallon should be absorbed, while a chemically prepared poultice of H2O, _tempus fugit_, and _aqua pura_ should be applied to each and every bite." "Bring' on yer new milk and vinegar, begorra!" roared the Irish boy, wildly.

"It's a barrel ur two Oi'll drink av th' sthuff!" "Somepody dose boultices make britty queek alretty!" shouted Hans.