From the road, below, a gleeful voice piped: "Goat-men! Baby-killers!" In the noon blaze, Pêng skipped derisively, jeered at them, performed a brief but indecorous pantomime, and then, kicking up his heels with joy, scurried for his life. "Chucked his billet," said Heywood, without surprise. "Little devil, I always thought What's missing?"