"All my bones are stiff from so much bending and creeping.

Moreover, my hunger has grown to such violent pitch that it is tearing at me, so to speak, with red hot pincers." "Dagaeoga always has plenty of words," said Tayoga in a whimsical tone, "but he will have to endure his hunger a while longer.

Let the pincers tear and burn.

It is good for him.

It will give him a chance to show how strong he is, and how a mighty warrior despises such little things as food and drink." "I'm not anxious to show myself a mighty warrior just now," retorted young Lennox.