"It takes us; we fight with hot water.

This," said she, holding up a dipper, "is my gun.

I guess we made 'em squeal." "You've done well, Caddy," replied he--"first-rate, my girl.

I believe you've driven them off entirely," he continued, peeping out of the window.
"They are going off, at any rate," said he, drawing in his head; "whether they will return or not is more than I can say.

Keep plenty of hot water, ready, but don't expose yourselves, children.