No good trying to charge with them. They'd just squeal and bolt, and there are more than enough of these filthy horse-boys to mop up our lot on the flat.
Lizzie watched Kate and Claire continue their gushfest, from table to table, all the way across the cafeteria.
At some distance by the river was a great brute, bigger than a Newfoundland dog, stalking along with the hideous baboon walk, and tail vehemently cocked up; a troop followed at a distance, hiding and dodging among the palmiets.
Jack soon learnt that it was not politic to attack big snakes, which included the adult black, brown, and the death-ader, though he might chiack them to his heart's content.
