A resounding “chirrup” and the weary beasts strained at their neck-yoke.
Ben gave a chirrup, the horses began to move, and that was the end of dear old Tunxet.
Another what seemed to be a painfully long pause, and then Chirrup!
It is to be hoped so, sir; the blackbirds are giving a chirrup or two.
There was no news from Joe Douglas these many weeks past, not a line, not a ...