It's harder work an eight-handed wrestle than four hands.

Just when you called first, I nearly had Cottle and Lickford down, but you put me off my trip, and Ramshaw had me over instead." "All very interesting," said Clapperton, "but you'll have to come sharp next time or I shall trip you up myself.

Take this note over to Yorke.
Stop while he reads it, and if there's any answer, bring it; if not, don't wait." "Can't Cash take it?
We're not nearly finished." "No.

Cut off, sharp!" "Awful shame!" growled the messenger to himself, as he departed.

"I hate Clapperton; he always waits till I'm enjoying myself, and then routs me out.