"He jammed that gun half down my throat.
I can taste it still.

Where do we go from here ?" "According to the route we mapped out this afternoon," said Herbert, "We are now scheduled to give exhibitions at the coast towns of Salthouse and Weybourne, but--" "Not with me!" exclaimed Birrell fiercely.

"Those towns have been tipped off by now by Blakeney and Cley, and the Boy Scouts would club us to death.

I vote we take the back roads to Morston, and drop in on a lonely Coast Guard.

If a Coast Guard sees us, the authorities will have to believe him, and they'll call out the navy." Herbert consulted his map.
"There is a Coast Guard," he said, "stationed just the other side of Morston.