"Yup," said the boy with a wincing face as each one fell before him.

Even then, so tough and determined was their grip that the severed heads remained for a space, still fiercely biting home and still sucking, with the blood streaming out of their necks behind.

But the boy stopped that with a few more slashes of his scissors--in one of which Mr.Carrington was implicated.
"I couldn't get 'em off!" repeated Carrington, and stood for a space, swaying and bleeding profusely.

He dabbed feeble hands at his injuries and examined the result upon his palms.

Then he gave way at the knees and fell headlong in a dead faint at the boy's feet, between the still leaping bodies of his defeated foes.