You got me into this blamed mess, and now you want to craw-fish.

You jest tech one of these 'ere fastenings, and I'll lay you out flat of your back afore you can say Jack Robinson." The teacher was climbing to the roof with the board in hand.
"That air won't win," laughed Pete Jones outside.

He saw that there was no smoke.

Even Bud began to hope that Ralph would fail for once.

The master was now on the ridge-pole of the school-house.