I'll yank this stuff ashore.

Where the dickens is Bracken ?" The boathouse door opened slowly and a sleepy young man looked forth.
"I thought you'd never come," he yawned.
"Wake up, you old loafer! We're here and we are pursued! Where are George and Amy ?" cried Mr.Barnes, doing herculean duty as a baggage smasher.
"Pursued ?" cried the sleepy young man, suddenly awake.
"Yes, and shot at!" cried Marjory, running past him and into the arms of a handsome young woman who was emerging from the house.
"We've no time to lose, Jimmy! They are on to us, Heaven knows how.

They are not more than ten minutes behind us.

Get it over with, Jimmy, for Heaven's sake! Here, George, grab this trunk!".