"Shut up, Reg, till I've done." He soon was done.

Even Horace Cruden could not keep it up for ever, and at his tenth bound his foot caught in the net, and he came all fours on to the court.
"There, now you're happy!" said his brother.

"Now you may as well come and sit here out of the cold." Horace picked himself up, laughing.
"All very well," said he.

"I'm certain I should have done it twelve times if you hadn't put me off my jump.

Never mind, I'll do it yet." "Oh, Horace," interposed one of the others, beseechingly, "if you love us, lie down now.