I paused, drew a long breath that strained the string.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
An' then he began tellin' me a string o' talk an' I could na' mak' head nor tail o't, so I asked again, 'If ye're a friend o' his, wull ye tell me whaur he's gone?
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
The first one, big and light, was let go in a western wind; it shot up at once very high, and when Stas cut the string, flew, carried by a powerful current of air, to the Karamojo mountain chain.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz