Did Prince Brat have sand for brains? Gaw! Didn't he realize he could snatch up his crown and go free? "It doesn't please me to take orders from common rascals," Prince Brat said coldly. "It would please me to shake the teeth out of your confounded face!" replied Hold-Your-Nose Billy. "You may live in the castle, but you're only a whipping boy. Do as we say!" "I'll do what I choose. And I choose not to run your errands." Jemmy leaped up and gave the prince an angry flash of eyes. "Jemmy-From-The-Streets gets these stubborn fits," he said. "Contrary as a mule! Let me have a word with him." "I'll whip the mulishness out of him!" exclaimed Cutwater, lurching forward. Prince Brat dodged out of his grasp, and a sour smile crossed his face. "I'll tear up your vile message the moment I'm gone. And keep the crown for myself!" Hold-Your-Nose Billy caught Cutwater's upraised arm. "Hold off! There's something in what he says." "You think he's angling for a share of the reward, Billy?" "Likely is." "The greedy little snipe," Cutwater bleated.
