The sob had mounted from my waist to my throat.

My teeth were set, my eyes watered, but the pilot was here now.

In a moment he would be down the side.

With an excess of zeal I found strength to raise my hand for a salute.
I fear it was this that pleased him, and made him stop; and we couldn't help looking at him.

His hat was a little set back for the heat, his black triangular feet were in the third position of dancing.