"The ground is not slippery, Hart; it's as dry as a bone." "Then what caused me to slip ?" "The rate you were coming at.

Had you not better give up the contest, and rest ?" "Nonsense! My foot will be all right in the skiff.

Let us get on; they'll all be out of patience." When it was seen that something was amiss with him, that he leaned rather heavily on the O'Moore, eager steps pressed round him.

Lord Hartledon laughed, making light of it; he had been so clumsy as to stumble, and had twisted his ankle a little.

It was nothing.
"Stay on shore and give it a rest," cried one, as he stepped once more into the little boat.