“Ah! ain’t he a fine fellow?” said Jack. “I’m going to try and do as he does, and I want to have plenty of pluck; but no sooner do I get into a scrape than I turn cowardly, same as I did over that little humbug of a crocodile.”
“Don’t talk nonsense, Jack!” I said.
“’Tisn’t nonsense! Why, if I’d had as much courage as a wallaby I should have kicked that thing out of the water; and all I did was to lay hold of a bough and holler murder!”
“I didn’t hear you,” I said.
“Well, help! then. I know I hollered something.”
“And enough to make you. The doctor said he is sure he should not have borne it so bravely as you.”
“No: did he? When?”
“To be sure he did, when we were sitting watching last night.”
“Bah! it was only his fun. He was laughing at me again.”
“He was not,” I said decidedly. “He was in real earnest.”