"But where are you going?" "I thowt o' the strip 'tween Long Patch and Bootherboomp's Roostens." "Here, stop a moment," cried the engineer. "I've heard that name before. Who was Mr Bootherboomp?" "Hi hi hi! hecker hecker hecker. Heigh!"
"But Mr Bootherboomp!" roared Tom, bursting into a second fit of laughter. "It's butterbump, Mr Marston. It's what they call those tall brown birds something like herons. What do you call them in London?" said Dick. "Oh, bitterns!" "Yes, that's it. Come on!" "Nay," said Dave; "I don't think you gentlemen would care for such poor sport. On'y a few fish'." "You never mind about that!