But I can't stand long without something.

What's the use of waiting?
They aren't coming back yonder till night.

They haven't stirred yet." Ransom's eyes indicated the party on the island.

And acting upon his announced opinion, Ransom, paid his respects in a practical form, not to cold chicken and bread, but to a dish of cream cakes which stood conveniently near.

And having eaten one, in three mouthfuls, he stretched out his hand and took another.