“I’m not; I’m half dead.”
“You’re not.”
“I am, you unfeeling brute; I am so weak, I can’t stir.”
“You said you were strong enough to give me a good hiding.”
“Yes, when I’m better.”
“You’re better now, so get out.”
“Shan’t.”
“Am I to pull you out?”
“You dare to touch me, and I’ll half-kill you.”
“Here goes, then!” I cried, and diving my hand under the blanket, I caught hold of him by his leg, and with one good tug had him out on the floor of the narrow cabin, kicking and struggling to get from beneath the clothes. As soon as he was free he flew at me, hitting out fiercely, while I only closed with him to keep him from hurting.