We ran and ran, without once looking behind.

The baiter stands amidships, with the bait-box outside the rail: with a tin pint nailed to a long handle he begins throwing out bait, while every man stands to his berth.

Although he has an MBA from Harvard, he still ran the company into the ground.

Aith is also a Kiln, that very important cooking or preparing place, from which the figures of all the old clay-formed gods came, no less than womblings or children, inasmuch as this word springs from the Gothic "Kilthei, the womb,” […]