"Jack, heem heap heavy, as Lucky would say," he panted as he carefully lowered him to the trunk of a fallen tree.
"I thought you'd find you'd bit off a bit more'n you could chew."
"Not a bit of it and that's three bits in two sentences. I didn't say I could carry you all the way in one jump."
"Well, take as many as you like."
"Does the foot hurt?"
"Not much: kind of a dull ache, but I'm afraid it's swelling some."
"No doubt of it and it'll continue to swell for some time yet."
He made the foot of the mountain in the next spell but was obliged to rest again before going farther.
"It'll be a lot easier now we're on level ground," he panted.
"If only I was one of those skinny fellows now it wouldn't be so hard on you."