The Greek promptly jumped on top of him with a yell like a maniac's, failing to land with both heels on his backbone by nothing but luck.

As it was, he lost balance and sat down so hard on Schillingschen's head that there was no need of the energy with which we all followed suit, piling all over him to pin him down like hounds that have rolled their quarry over.
The German was stunned--knocked into utter oblivion--breathing like a sleeping drunkard, and bleeding freely from the nose.

Coutlass jumped off him and began to execute a war dance up and down, yelling like a madman until Fred threatened him with the rifle and Will gagged him from behind.
"Do you want his armed men down on us, you ass ?" "Gassharamminy!" he laughed.

"I forgot about them! Let us go and eat their supper!" He spoke as a man who had full right now to be considered a member in good standing.

We all noticed it, and exchanged glances; but that was no time for argument about men's rights.
Brown was already over the rim of the hollow and making in the direction of the tents.