From that day he was known by no other name than the Driller—der Triller.
He had had the reputation in his youth of a good dancer and driller.
The driller who had spoken wiped his sweaty face with his hands, his eyes blinking with the dust.
The spark smudged cedar-bark, which was put in place to catch it, and then the driller blew it into a flame.
It was not all fun for the ...