He straightened his back, and she crawled into the saddle.

The tremor of their launching split the cloud into several parts, which disintegrated.

There was no more foot-hold on it; the tide had come up and submerged it.
Harold the Broomstick was crippled, he stumbled as he flew, sometimes he dropped a score of feet, and span.

He did stunts by mistake.
They had not strength enough between them to get home.

They made a forced landing in the silver loneliness of Kensington Gardens.