“Then I threw one of his own nonsense-words back at him. At least it seemed like nonsense to me, or something in a made-up language. It had a guttural quality . . .” “Was it tak?” Mary asked. Johnny nodded. “And it didn’t seem to be nonsense to the coyotes, or to Entragian, either. When I said it he kind of recoiled . . . and that’s when he called the buzzard bombing-strike down on me.”
