We did break our backs sardonically, and he watched us in the same fashion; so the word stands as she is.
When the last load was safe on the bank, I went back to the boat.

It seemed a low-down way to leave a man, and now he knew I wasn't fishing for help, I didn't mind speaking to the old reprobate.

So I went up and faced him, still sitting on the ferry-rail, and still smoking.
"Mr.King," I said politely as I could, "we're all right now, and, if you like, we'll help you off.

It won't take long if we all get to work." He took two long puffs, and pressed the tobacco down in his pipe.

"You go to hell," he advised me for the second time.