blathered

Updated: May 7, 2025

"'Killisnoo what? I asked. "'Killisnoo, klooch, Chief George, they blathered. 'Killisnoo, klooch. "I jumped and looked at Chief George. He nodded his head and threw out his chest. "She'll be no klooch of yours, I says solemnly. 'No klooch of yours, I repeats, while his face went black and his hand began dropping to his hunting-knife. "'Look! I cries, striking an attitude. 'Big Medicine.

Jack London - The God of His Fathers: Tales of the Klondyke