"I hate him, but we can't leave him here." "Well," said Dick, "I'm not very fond of him, but it would be like leaving anybody to die to go away now.

We must carry him down to the boat." "Come on then, quick!" Dick placed his hands beneath the constable's arms and locked his fingers across his breast, while Tom turned his back as he got between the man's legs, stooped in turn, and proceeded to lift them as if they were the handles of a wheel-barrow.
"Ready ?" "Yes." "Then both together." The two lads lifted the constable, staggered along a few yards, and set him down again.
"Oh, I say!" groaned Tom.

"Isn't he heavy ?" "Come and try this end," retorted Dick.

"He's an awful weight.

We must go a few yards at a time, and we shall do it yet.