"I isn't afeared t' die."
"Ah, Terry, dear, whatever would I do——"
"I'll die afore I gives up one o' my fiddle fingers."
"But you isn't got——"
"Never you mind about that!"
"If you had——"
"You jus' wait till I grows up!"
Again Sandy Lands inquired for the signal. Tom Lute lifted a hand to forbid.
"Terry, son," said he, gravely, "once an' for all, now, will you——"