“No, no, of course not; it was very foolish, but the pain of the wound and your obstinacy made me excited. Now then, shake hands, and, there’s a good fellow, go.”
“Likely!” said Punch, wiping the pain-drops from Pen’s face.
“What do you mean by that?” said Pen angrily.
“What do I mean by what? You are a bit cracked like, or else you wouldn’t talk like this.”
“Not tell you to run while there’s a chance?”
“Not tell me to run like this when there’s a chance!” replied Punch. “Jigger the chance! So you just hold your tongue and lie quiet. Sha’n’t go! There.”
“But, Punch, don’t be foolish, there’s a good fellow.”
“No, I won’t; and don’t you be foolish. Pst! Hear that? They are coming back.”
“There’s time still,” said Pen, lowering his voice.
“Oh, is there? You just look here. Here they are, coming nearer and nearer. Do you want them to come and take us both?”