Can't see anything to do except say our prayers," remarked Orme with sweet resignation.

Oliver is, I think, the coolest hand in an emergency of any one I ever met, except, perhaps, Sergeant Quick, a man, of course, nearly old enough to be his father.
"The game seems to be pretty well up," he added.

"Well, you have killed two lions, Higgs, and that is something." "Oh, hang it! You can die if you like, Oliver.

The world won't miss you; but think of its loss if anything happened to _me_.

I don't intend to be wiped out by a beastly sand-storm.