Your horse by that time will be piping and roaring: he can go like the wind, but his own is broken.

The moment you see Vickers, begin to swear at your horse.

I have practised you in d--ns, for an emergency." "Ten thousand thunders, I can say d--n now to equal and surpass the purest born of all Britons." "Not so loud, my friend, until by-and-by.

The Coast-guard will come to you, and you pull up with your horse hanging down his head, as if dead-beaten.

Using your accomplishment again, you say: 'Here, take this on to Admiral Darling.