"How often have I told you never to carry firearms at full cock ?" "About one thousand times, Major," answered Jeekie imperturbably, "but on such occasion forget discreetness.

My ma just same, it run in family, but story too long tell you now.

Cut, Major, cut like hell.

Them dwarfs be back soon, but," he puffed, "I think, I think Little Bonsa come square with them one day." So Alan "cut" and the huge Jeekie blundered along after him, the paraphernalia with which he was hung about rattling like the hoofs of a galloping giraffe.

Nor for all his load did he ever turn a hair.