Then the way in which we made bread and bacon disappear was terrible, for the journey had given us a famous appetite.
Shock would not join us, preferring the society of the horse in the stable, but he did not fare badly.

I saw to that.
At last after a final look at the horse, who was to rest till evening, we walked back to the sand-pit, climbing higher and higher into the sweet fresh air, till we were once more by the cart, when Ike laid one hand upon the wheel and raised the other.
"Look here, lads," he said; "that horse must have eight hours' rest 'fore tackling her load, and a stop on the way home, so let's load up at once with the best coarse white--we can do it in half an hour or so-- then you two can go rabbiting or bird-nesting, or what you like, while I have a pipe and a sleep in the sand till it's time to get something to eat and fetch the horse and go." "Where's a shovel ?" I cried; and Shock jumped into the cart for another.
"Steady, lads, steady," said Ike; "plenty of time.

Only best coarse white, you know.

Wait till I've propped the sharps and got her so as she can't tilt uppards.

That's your sort.