“No, no.”

“’Cause how one o’ they would scramble down this precipit. Rather pricky, arn’t it?”

“Yes; don’t talk so.”

“All right!

“‘De-riddle-liddle-lol.’

“I’m getting on first rate now, Mas’ Don—I say.”

“Yes!”

“No press-gang waiting for us down at the bottom here, Mas’ Don?”

“Can you manage it, Jem?”

“Can I manage it? Why, in course I can. How are you getting on?”