Brownie was a sure-footed little beast, but the way he went slithering over rocks would have scared me if I hadn't been more afraid of the fire behind.

We knew it would be touch and go whether we could save the farm or not.

If the men were all far away there would be very little chance, though we meant to do our level best.
"Well, as I was saying, we just stampeded down the gully, and our horses kept their feet somehow.

I guess we arrived at the house like a tornado.
We yelled out our news, and coo-eed to some of the men we could see working in the distance.

They came running at once, and Mrs.Higson sent up the rocket that was used on the farm as a danger-signal.