But he saw nothing.

Solid ribs and solid muscles kept the obstreperous machine in its place.
"Malora!" he ejaculated to himself.

"Worse than a cat in a sack!" His hands, too, were quite cold, though it was a warm day.

He noticed the fact as he passed his thumb for the hundredth time round his neck where the hard wool scratched him.

To tell the truth he was somewhat alarmed.