We had fairly to force him away, and then succeeded only because we let him fill all his pockets to bulging with the coins.

As we moved up the next rise, he kept looking back and uttering little moans against the crime of leaving it.
Luckily for us it was winter.

We shouldn't have lasted six hours at this time of year.

As it was, the sun was hot against the shale and the little stones of those cussed hills.

We plodded along until late afternoon, toiling up one hill and down another, only to repeat immediately.