We shall creep out quietly into the butler's pantry—" cried the Mole. "—with out pistols and swords and sticks—" shouted ther Rat. "—and rush in upon them," said Badger. "—and whack 'em, and whack 'em, and whack 'em!" cried the Toad in ecstasy, running round and round the room, and jupming over the chairs.

The Wind in the Willows (ed. 1908)