"He's a fellow of good muscle and nerve, who can stand being in high places.
Either of us could climb a flagpole from down here in the street.
Why can't either of us go up there, just as well, and climb from the steeple roof ?" "Prescott, have you any idea of the strength of the wind up there ?" demanded the real estate man.

"It's blowing great guns up there!" "Get some one to toss the coin, and either you or I call," insisted Darrin.
Some one told Mrs.Macey what was being proposed.
"Oh, stop them!" she cried, leaning forward from the runabout.
"Boys, boys! Don't do anything wildly rash like that! I'd sooner lose the scarf than have lives risked." "She needn't worry," sneered some one in the crowd.

"The High School dudes are only bluffing.

They haven't either o' them the sand to do a thing like that." Both Prescott and Darrin heard.

Both flushed, though that was all the sign they gave.
"Herr Schimmelpodt, you must have a cent," suggested Dick.