Part 98 (1/2)
”On our island!”
”Don't you--don't you!” repeated Loo. ”You!”
”You!” One word but such intense wrath. ”O!” cried Loo, beginning to sob. ”You!”
”You!”
”O! Don't! He were so hungry.” Sob, sob.
”Pooh!”
”Yah!”
”Yow--wow!” barked Pan. ”He--he,” sobbed Loo. ”He--he--”
”He--what?”
”He were so hungry.” Sob, sob. ”Who?”
”Samson.”
”Who's Samson?”
”My--y--lit--tle--brother.”
”Then you took our things?” said Mark. ”He--he--kept on crying.”
”You had the damper--”
”And the potatoes--”
”And the bacon--”
”You didn't--didn't care for it,” sobbed Loo. ”Did you take the rabbit-skin?” said Mark. ”Yes--es.”
”But Samson didn't eat that; did he?”
”I--I--sold it.”
”What for?”
”Ha'-penny of jumbles for Samson.” Jumbles are sweets.
”How did you get here?”
”I come.”
”How?”
”I come.”