“Hah! I know you, Dicky, better than you know me. I feel as keenly as you do, boy. No: we will not give up. We haven’t given the ostriches a fair trial yet.”
“Oh, haven’t we!”
“No; not half. I know we’ve had terribly bad luck just lately. We did begin well.”
“No: it has all been a dreary muddle, and I’m sick of it.”
“Yes, you often are of a night, Dyke; but after a night’s rest you are ready enough to go on again in a right spirit. No, my lad, we’ll never say die.”
“Who wants to! I want to have a try at something else. Let’s go and hunt and get lion and leopard skins, and fill the wagon, and bring them back and sell them.”
“Plenty of people are doing that, Dicky.”
“Well then, let’s go after ivory; shoot elephants, and bring back a load to sell. It’s worth lots of money.”
“Plenty of people are doing that too, boy.”
“Oh, you won’t try, Joe, and that’s what makes me so wild.”