Harris and I appeared to be struck by it at the same instant.

We determined to save him, and, in this noble resolve, our own dispute was forgotten.

We flew across and slung the clothes off him, and Harris landed him one with a slipper, and I shouted in his ear, and he awoke.
"Wasermarrer ?" he observed, sitting up.
"Get up, you fat-headed chunk!" roared Harris.

"It's quarter to ten." "What!" he shrieked, jumping out of bed into the bath; "Who the thunder put this thing here ?" We told him he must have been a fool not to see the bath.
We finished dressing, and, when it came to the extras, we remembered that we had packed the tooth-brushes and the brush and comb (that tooth-brush of mine will be the death of me, I know), and we had to go downstairs, and fish them out of the bag.

And when we had done that George wanted the shaving tackle.