"What about leaving you alone, though, Miles ?" "You put the whisky and soda where I can get at it," Furley directed, "and I shall be all right.

I'm feeling stronger every moment.

I expect your sea boots are in the scullery.

And hurry up, there's a good fellow.
We're twenty minutes behind time, as it is." Julian started on his adventure without any particular enthusiasm.

He found the crossing, returned along the side of the bank, trudged along the cart track until he arrived at the gate, and climbed up on the dyke without misadventure.