"Remember, Ripley has been getting his wind back since he stopped.

Give our Dick the same show." No one thought of asking why Dick would need his wind now.

To those who had heard the brief recital of facts it was plain that there could be but one finish to the afternoon's sport.

Prescott's hand was sound, at last, and he could give an account of himself.
"Walk slowly, all hands," insisted Dan.

"Dick, old fellow, on the way back, amuse yourself by getting in all the full, deep breaths that you can." "I'll be all right," spoke Dick confidently.
It did not look that way to many of them.