I wish you had stuck that fork into him, instead of hitting him with it.

If you hadn't been within reach, he would have taken the bit out of me.

He will kill somebody some day, and it were best to kill him, first." The gardener pumped for some time on Reuben's leg; and then, going into the kitchen, he got some strips of rag from the cook and bound it up.
"You had best go home now," he said.

"I will tell the gardener, when he comes round, what has happened to you.

I doubt you will have to lay up, for a day or two." As Reuben limped home, he met Tom Thorne walking with another boy.
"Hello, Reuben!" the latter exclaimed.