"We've been sleeping over a volcano.
They ought to be whipped--" "No whip me," Gogoomy cried out from below.

"Father belong me big fella chief.

Me whip, too much trouble along you, close up, my word." "What name you fella Gogoomy!" Sheldon shouted.

"I knock seven bells out of you.

Here, you Kwaque, put 'm irons along that fella Gogoomy." Kwaque, a strapping gang-boss, plucked Gogoomy from out of his following, and, helped by the other gang-bosses; twisted his arms behind him and snapped on the heavy handcuffs.
"Me finish along you, close up, you die altogether," Gogoomy, with wrath- distorted face, threatened the boss-boy.
"Please, no whipping," Joan said in a low voice.