"Touch-and-go, mein lieber!"

I THE HALT ON THE ADIRONDACK CABBY "Where's Touch-and-Go Steve, fellows?" "Why, Max, he slipped away with his little steel-jointed fishing-rod as soon as he heard you say we'd stop here over night.

Steve, being one of those hasty lads who do a thing while many people would be only figuring it out, had long ago fallen heir to a number of suggestive nicknames, among others "Touch-and-Go Steve," and "Old Lightning.

" "Then let's hear it, Max!" exclaimed Touch-and-Go Steve, "though I reckon we c'n all give a pretty close guess at what's coming.

It has been rather a touch-and-go business, but I think I have managed to pull it offeh, Falconer?

It was touch-and-go with him for twenty-four hours; still, he was bettering when I wrote.

There was a great deal to hear and tell, and for the first time we began to realise what a touch-and-go time the garrison had been having.

She talked delightfully, with a touch-and-go vivacity which is the highest form of dinner-table talk, not dwelling with a heavy hand upon any one subject, but glancing from theme to theme with airy lightness.

Then I made a final effort, and though it was always touch-and-go I managed to make it 6/5.

It was a touch-and-go business then, for she had no planks or hurdles, though luckily she had ropes; but by sending her little brother, who weighs next to nothing at all, to slip a noose of rope under Mr. Selincourt's shoulders, she was able to haul on the rope, and so drag him out by sheer force of arm.

Without being open to the charge of levity or flippancy, Mr. Chamberlain's speeches used to be remarkable for a certain amount of humour, banter, touch-and-go smartness, as well as terse argumentative force.

The moment became sacred, human, stirred by all the old, old miraculousness of home, that deepest need of humanity, that rich relationship that cuts so much deeper than the light touch-and-go of the world.

" It is only a titter, however, that Cibber can produce this afternoon, or evening,[A] nor does the audience take the usual relish in that touch-and-go rubbish of a duet sung by a supposed Indian and his love, a duet in which the former declares: "My other Females all Yellow, fair or Black, To thy Charmes shall prostrate fall, As every kind of elephant does To the white Elephant Buitenacke.

"It's touch-and-go now," he pondered.