Anderson would do as much for us.

Let's get a move on." "But where in thunder will we hunt ?" murmured George Ray.
"To the end of the earth," announced Blootch, inflating his chest and slapping it violently, a strangely personal proceeding, which went unnoticed.

He had reached the conclusion that his chance to be a hero was at hand and not to be despised.

Here was the opportunity to outstrip all of his competitors in the race for Rosalie's favour.

It might be confessed that, with all his good intentions, his plans were hopelessly vague.