"Good: now help me."
"What are you going to do?"
"Get up."
"By Jove! I was right in saying you were a man. Come, I consent: have a try."
After a few minutes spent in fruitless efforts, Don Miguel at length succeeded in standing upright.
"At last!" he said, triumphantly.
At the first step he took, he lost his balance, and rolled on the ground. Brighteye rushed toward him.
"Leave me," he shouted to him, "leave me; I wish to get up by myself."
He succeeded: this time he took his precautions better, and succeeded in walking a few steps. Brighteye regarded him with admiration.
"Oh! the will must subdue the matter," Don Miguel continued, with frowning brow and swollen veins, "I will succeed."