You take that club.

If they get 'round me, you, what-you-say, pickle 'em off." But the expected attack did not come.

An hour they waited, and a hour after that.

Still no crowd of burly men came surging toward them from the Blackburn camp, still no attempt was made to wrest from their possession the waterway which they had taken over as their rightful property.
Houston studied the flume.
"We'll have to get some men up here and rip out this connection," came at last.

"They've broken off our end entirely." "Ah, _oui_! But we will stay here.