Faint shouts rose in the zero night, toots and sharp whistles.
"It's of no consequence," I stammered, making a Toots of myself.
There was a flash of red, a cloud of dust, three other toots of agony, and the thing was gone.
Toots could ride some of them that would allow nobody else to mount them.
Toots begged to ride a race, but he was a little shaver, and uncle was afraid.