I squinted down at my own, and that seemed all that could be expected also.
"Look at your nose, you stupid ass!" came the same voice again, louder.
And then another voice cried: "Push your nose out, can't you, you--you two with the dog!" Neither George nor I dared to turn round.

The man's hand was on the cap, and the picture might be taken any moment.

Was it us they were calling to?
What was the matter with our noses?
Why were they to be pushed out! But now the whole lock started yelling, and a stentorian voice from the back shouted: "Look at your boat, sir; you in the red and black caps.

It's your two corpses that will get taken in that photo, if you ain't quick." We looked then, and saw that the nose of our boat had got fixed under the woodwork of the lock, while the in-coming water was rising all around it, and tilting it up.

In another moment we should be over.