"Not my sword--b'long mandalin man." "Let's see where you're wounded," said the officer, as the men rowed steadily back towards the _Teaser_.
"I--I don't think I'm wounded," I panted, "but it hurts me rather to breathe." "Why, I saw one of the brutes cut you down with his big sword," cried Smith.
"Yes," I said, "I felt it, but, but--yes, of course: it hit me here." "Oh, murder!" cried Smith.

"Look here, Tanner.

Your glass has got it and no mistake." It had "got it" and no mistake, for the blow from the keen sword had struck it at a sharp angle, and cut three parts of the way through the thick metal tube, which had been driven with tremendous force against my ribs.
"Oh, Gnat!" cried Barkins, as he saw the mischief, "it's quite spoilt.
What a jolly shame!" "But it saved his life," said Smith, giving him a meaning nod.

"I wouldn't have given much for his chance, if he hadn't had that telescope under his arm.

I say, Mr Brown, why was the gun fired ?" "To bring you all on board.