I saw the small stab of flame, heard the zing of the bullet.
"Zing, Jasper," cried Cap'n Jack, when one verse was completed.
Any koot zinger can zing a peautiful zong and kif bleasure, I zubboce!
It looked as if we were going to win the game, and then zing!
Zing, zing, zing—I hate your old heat a-singin' in my ears all the gosh-blamed time!
The bullet chipped a piece ...