We got him into the mess; and we've got to get him out of it.

You've got to find a way." "It's all very well," said the Terror, frowning deeply; and he took off his cap to wrestle more manfully with the problem.
Erebus faced him, frowning even more deeply.
Never had the Twins been so hopelessly at a loss.
Then the Terror said in his gloomiest tone: "I can't see what we can do." "Oh, I'm going to get him out of it somehow!" cried Erebus in a furious desperation.
With that she mounted her bicycle and rode swiftly up the drive.
The Terror mounted, started after her, and stopped at the end of fifty yards.

It had occurred to him that, after all, he was the only poacher of the three, the only one in real danger.

As he leaned on his machine, watching his vanishing sister, he ground his teeth.

For all his natural serenity, inaction was in the highest degree repugnant to him.
Erebus reached Great Deeping Court but a few minutes after Wiggins and the keeper.