Meanwhile two of them began rocking the cobble violently from side to side.

This was awful, and every moment I expected the net and the sail which our friend had thrown down unceremoniously upon us would roll off.
"Oh, stop that," said the Martian, who was no doubt quite as well aware of the danger as we were.

"The tide's full, the shoals are in the bay--stop your nonsense, and help me launch like good fellows." "Well, take two of us, then.

We will sit on this heap of nets as quiet as mice, and stand you a drink when we get back." "No, not one of you," quoth the plucky fellow, "and here's my staff in my hand, and if you don't leave my gear alone I will crack some of your ugly heads." "That's a pity," I thought to myself, "for if they take to fighting it will be six to one--long odds against our chances." There was indeed a scuffle, and then a yell of pain, as though a soldier had been hit across the knuckles; but in a minute the best disposed called out, "Oh, cease your fun, boys, and let the fellow get off if he wants to.

You know the fleet will be down directly, and Ar-hap has promised something worth having to the man who can find that lost bit of crackling of his.
It's my opinion she's in the town, and I for one would rather look for her than go haddock fishing any day." "Right you are, mates," said our friend with visible relief.