Then up he jumped and ran over to Chiss, putting his foot on the monster's neck and holding it a prisoner.

The body of the great porcupine was now as smooth as leather, except for the holes where the quills had been, for it had shot every single quill in that one wicked shower.
"Let me go!" it shouted angrily.

"How dare you put your foot on Chiss ?" "I'm going to do worse than that, old boy," replied the Shaggy Man.
"You have annoyed travelers on this road long enough, and now I shall put an end to you." "You can't!" returned Chiss.

"Nothing can kill me, as you know perfectly well." "Perhaps that is true," said the Shaggy Man in a tone of disappointment.

"Seems to me I've been told before that you can't be killed.