And if you wheel me back I'll do it again.

The hallway's dark and it's full of turns but I'll manage somehow, if I break my neck." There was danger at every turn.

A cold sweat came out on Kenny's forehead.
"Adam," he said quietly, "how did you manage to get there in the first place?
How did you open the door of your room ?" "Wheeled myself close to the knob and unlatched it--" "Yes ?" "Then I wheeled myself out of the way and poked at the door with a stick." "Stick! What stick ?" "A stick out of a shade.

Do you think I'm a fool ?" Kenny groaned.
"After that," purred the old man with a hint of pride, "until I got into the dark hallway and began to bump, it was easy." The sitting room door was still open.

Kenny wheeled his exasperating old man of the sea over the sill in a terror of foreboding.
Adam stared at him.
"Where in the name of Heaven," he said, "did you get that rig?
You look like an actor." Kenny turned a dark red and ignored the question.
"Don't like it!" jeered the old man.
"There's a Shakespeare quotation," reminded Kenny dangerously, "that begins--Hum! how does it begin?
Yes.