"You bore it very bravely." "Mean it ?" "Of course," I said.
"That's right; because I did feel awfully queer, you know.

I don't mind that though so long as I didn't show it." "How did you manage to get into such a pickle ?" I said.
"Oh, I don't know," he drawled, still rubbing himself gently.

"I was wandering forward to get a good look at the waterfall, and then my legs seemed to go down.

I only had time to grip hold of that tree, and then I was swinging about.

That's all.