Take advantage of the rocks, and let no man expose himself unnecessarily." They came thrashing along, with no show of order but much of the spirit that was in them.

There is no dog so ready to snap at anything that offers as the one that is running from a fight.

Their lust for mischief came up to us in hoarse growls and curses, and tightened our grip on our weapons.
The first boat ground on the shingle, and the next ran in alongside before the oars were unshipped, and the wind was thick with curses on their clumsiness.

The landing between the rock is a narrow one, and no more than two could come in at once.

The others had to wait outside.
The rascals were beginning to tumble ashore, when Amice Le Couteur stood up and cried, "Stop there! If you land it is at your peril.