"You could scarcely climb up one side where the ravine's narrow abreast of Silverdale." "Drive round.

I want to see it," said Winston.

"Call at Rushforth's for a spool of binder twine." Half an hour later Alfreton pulled the wagon up amid the birches on the edge of the ravine, which just there sloped steep as a railway cutting, and not very much broader, to the creek.

Winston gazed at it, and then handed the twine to the hired man.
"Take that with you, Charley, and get down," he said.

"If you strip your boots off you can wade through the creek." "I don't know that I want to," said the man.
"Well," said Winston, "it would please me if you did, as well as cool your feet.