"Look at our 'shake downs!'-- all blood and mire!" "Well, we've got another _wood-pile_," said Donovan.
"I wish it had selected a more fitting time to make its appearance," Raed muttered.

"It has demoralized us completely." "Nothing to do but re-organize," laughed Kit.

"Get the painter-line.
Let's drag him off." That was a heavy job, and took us nigh half an hour.

Then there were the blood-soaked moss and tea-plant shrubs to get up and throw away, the wall to rebuild, the boat to set up, and the skin to repitch on the oars.

All this time it continued to rain hard, with mingled flakes of snow.