They think they're playin' square.

I can't do it.

Stretch out, old boy.

Stretch out!" It seemed impossible that the stallion could increase his exertions, but with that low voice at his ear he did literally stretch along the ground and jerked himself away from the pursuit like a tall ship when a new sail spreads in a gale.
The men from St.Vincent saw that the game was lost.

Every one of the eight had his rifle at the shoulder and the bullets hissed everywhere about him.