Herky-Jerky did not wait for permission; he untied me, and helped me to my feet.
Bud yelled at him, so did Bill; Herky-Jerky said unpleasant things.
Herky-Jerky's boots suddenly stood on end, and I knew then he had also risen.
Herky-Jerky was the only one of his companions brave enough to start to help him.
Herky-Jerky watched me with extreme attention, all the time grinning.
The most striking thing about Herky-Jerky, however, was his perpetual grin.
Bill and Herky-Jerky were hanging on our words with unconcealed attention.
Herky-Jerky kept on grinning and cracking jokes on my failure to escape.
Its body shifted back and forth in herky-jerky motions like an old-fashioned washing machine.
When I took out my little case and showed the fishing-line, Herky-Jerky said he would find me some bait.