I knew when it hit me, but I also knew I could move my arm, so what did it matter?
I told myself to wait till we got to the ship.

Had we stayed there longer, we might all have stopped bullets--and some bullets might have stopped us." He grinned, as if the aphorism amused him, and added: "To know when to run is the perfection of courage." "Does it hurt ?" asked Uncle John, as Beth applied the lint and began winding the bandage.
"It reminds me it is there, monsieur; but I will be ready for another trip to-morrow.

Thank you, mamselle.

Instead of the tea, I would like a little brandy." "Give him some in the tea," suggested Gys, noting that Maurie swayed a little.

"Sit down, man, and be comfortable.