"Bound to be eaten.

Both of them.
It's too terrible....

Hullo! Cossar!" "This your stuff ?" asked Cossar, waving the paper.
"Well, why don't you stop it ?" he demanded.
"_Can't_ be jiggered!" said Cossar.
"_Buy the place_ ?" he cried.

"What nonsense! Burn it! I knew you chaps would fumble this.

_What are you to do_?
Why--what I tell you.
"_You_?
Do?
Why! Go up the street to the gunsmith's, of course.