“Ugh! Don’t, Mr Frank,” cried the poor fellow, shuddering. “I never thought about them. That’s worse than the camel.”
“Ever so much,” said Frank. “Come, be a man. How do you spell ‘pluck’?”
“I dunno, sir,” whined the poor fellow. “I suppose it would be with a very small ‘p’.”
“Try and spell it with a big capital, Sam. Come, don’t let the doctor feel ashamed of you.”
“But I don’t seem to mind anything now, sir.”
“Yes, you do, Sam. You came to help us, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir, I did, but—”
“Are you going to break down over the first difficulty.”
“No, I ain’t, sir. I—oh dear!—oh my!—I—ugh! what a scrunch!—Hah! Would you mind lending me a hand, sir?”
“Not a bit, Sam,” said Frank. “I’ll help you in any way, as you will me; but I want to see you master all this.”