It leaves us to broil our brains out down here on this pier.

I say, Mr .-- er--old chap, can't you possibly engage some sort of transportation for us?
Really, you know, we can't stand here all day." "I've no doubt I can arrange it, my lord.

If you will just wait here until I run back to the bank, I daresay I'll find a way.

Perhaps you'd prefer standing under the awning until I return." The new arrivals glowered after him as he started off toward the bank.
Then they moved over to the shelter of the awning.
"Did he say he was going to run ?" groaned his lordship.

The progress of Bowles rivalled that of the historic tortoise.
It was fully half an hour before he was seen coming down the street, followed by a score or more of natives, their dirty white robes flapping about their brown legs.