第五章：被吸血间谍龙咬伤(9)

‘Of course, I was dying to go after the dear little Bog-Burglar brat,’ drawled Snotlout, ‘and I’d have jumped on my trusty steed like a shot, you know what a gentleman I am, Fishlegs, but my own riding-dragon has most unfortunately been hit by Razorwing stings, and can hardly move his wings.’ 
‘How do we know that YOU didn’t hand over Camicazi to the witch? Maybe this has all been a trick to betray us to the Alvinsmen!’