"Wouldn't be hard on a chap.

Stop a minute." He rustled off amongst the straw, and I heard a rattling noise and then a chuckle, and Shock was back to hand me a stick as thick as my finger.
"Hezzles," he whispered--"nut hezzle.

Come along.

You go first." Though I had roused Shock out of bed he had no dressing to do, and following me down the ladder he walked quickly after me down one of the paths, then to the right along another till we came to a corner, when we both stopped and listened.
Shock began to hiss very softly, as if he were a steam-engine with the vapour escaping from the safety-valve, as we heard, about fifty yards from us, the rustling of the pear-trees, the heavy shake of a bough, and then through the pitchy darkness _whop! whop! whop! whop_! as the pears fell on to the soft ground.
"You go this way," I whispered to Shock, "and I'll go that way, and then we'll rush in and catch them." "Yes," he said back.

"Hit hard, and mind and get hold o' the bag." We were separating when he caught hold of my arm.
"'Old 'ard," he whispered.