I got to.

We aint got to.

You know we got to.

We waited till he got one leg over and then potted him.

The young Indian shoved the camp boat off and got in to row Uncle George.

“Yeah. Aint it a beauty?” Jim got it onto his back to carry to the smokehouse.

The first matador got the horn through his sword hand and the crowd hooted him out.

He was so good that Spider promptly overmatched him and got his nose permanently flattened.

Liz hadn’t known just what would happen when Jim got back but she was sure it would be something.

Nick and his father got in the stern of the boat and the Indians shoved it off and one of them got in to row.

The second matador slipped, and the bull caught him through the belly and he hung onto the horn with one hand and held the other tight against the place, and the bull rammed him wham against the barrier and the horn came out, and he lay in the sand, and then got up like crazy drunk and tried to slug the men carrying him away and yelled for his sword, but he fainted.