Lend me that there whip, Bill." "You tip 'em over, Tom; I'll make 'em jump." Escape was impossible.

Our exits were in the hands of the enemy.

We made one feeble attempt to temporise.
"We're sorry," said I, in my capacity as spokesman.

"We didn't know it was your boat, really." "You knows it now," said the proprietor.

"Over you go, or I'll 'elp yer." What I was it a case of being pitched overboard?
We looked round desperately for hope, but there was none.