"I'll not have it off!"
"But——"
"Isn't no use in havin' it off," Terry complained, "an' I can't spare it. This here boil——"
"'Tisn't a boil, son. 'Tis mortification. An'——"
"'Tis not mortification."
Again Tom sighed.
"Is you afeared, Terry?" said he. "Surely you isn't a pullin' little coward, is you? A finger! 'Tis such a simple little thing t' suffer——"
"I'm not afeared neither!"
"Well, then——"
"You may cut any finger you likes off my right hand," Terry boasted, "an' I'll not whimper a peep."