"Asleep! What did you go to sleep for? I haven't been asleep."
"I didn't mean to, but I was so sleepy I couldn't help it."
"You came pretty near spoiling your share of the fun. I had just cast off, and was going to put the thing through alone."
"I wish you had," answered Sandy, in a tone which did not please his companion any better than the words themselves.
"What do you mean?"
"It's a bad scrape we are getting into, and I wish we were well out of it. If I hadn't promised to go, I wouldn't have any thing to do with it."
"Old Batterbones licked you as well as me."
"I know that, and I should like to pay him off for it; but I don't believe it will do to go in quite so steep as we are going."
"You are chicken-hearted, Sandy. I thought you had more grit than that."
"I think I have got as much as you have, but I don't believe it will pay to rub your nose on a grindstone. Your nose will get the worst of it."