“Why, it is nothing but risks!” whined O'Hara with opening arms.
“You are not bound to try it. By the way—can you swim?”
“Yes—I suppose so—yes”.
“Then lift yourself to it, and risk it. I should, if I were you. Think of liberty, activity. Prick your spirit, grip at it, and spring it”.
“Do you think I shall be shot?”
“No! It does not matter! Crush your doubts, martyr yourself to your aim, and your aim will give you the crown of martyrdom”.
“Well—God reward you—I will think of it—”
“Do it!”
“I will!”
“In that case, don't trust to your own eyes—I will give you the signal with my handkerchief—so: you keep your eyes fixed on me. Then run, zigzagging. And tell Loveday for me to look after you, and not make any more plans for me. Good-bye, O'Hara! All this is very unselfish of me, for I lose my old talky-talky O'Hara—”