Then you put your shoulder under this corner and heave, and over she goes." "Bravo, skipper!" I said, for he gave his orders so cleverly and concisely that the task seemed quite easy.
"Wait a moment," he cried.

"I haven't got the bar quite right.

That's it.

My! Won't it go!" "_Pah_! _Tah_! _Tah_! _Tah_!" rang out over our heads just like a mocking laugh, as a couple of jackdaws flew past, their dark shadows seeming to brush us softly as they swept by.
"Now, then, Big.

Don't stand gaping after those old powder-pates.