I'll trouble you to get out of the way." Wilkinson looked hard at him.

Charnock knew why he had sent the whisky and meant to quarrel, but was shrewd enough to choose his ground.
"You can dump your bag and wait until I get past." "Not at all," said Charnock.

"I don't see why I should pick up the load again to convenience you.

Anyhow, I'm going on, and the thing takes up some room." Wilkinson measured the distance across the gap.

He imagined he could reach the other side first and squeeze against the bank, when Charnock must take the outside and would probably fall.