"Where--" "Right there in front of you.

Lively, you lubber!" A well-directed kick helped to facilitate liveliness.
"What shall I do ?" wailed Bennie D., fumbling the pump brake.

"How does it go ?" "Up and down--so." Seth jerked his victim's head up and down, by way of illustration.

"Now, then," he continued, "you pump till I say quit, or I'll--I swan to man I'll make a spare tops'l out of your hide!" He left the inventor working as he had not worked in the memory of man, and strode back to the wheel.

Mrs.Bascom was clinging to the spokes for dear life.
"I--I ain't dropped it, Seth," she declared.