"If you wasn't afraid, you was confoundedly scared," replied Paul, whose paradox was fully appreciated by his companion.
"Look here, Paul; are you going to tell the fellows that I was scared?" demanded Thomas, rather in a beseeching than an intimidating tone.
"That will depend on circumstances."
"What circumstances?"
"You may as well understand me first as last. You keep talking about my being afraid of my mother, and all that sort of stuff. I'm not afraid of her, and I don't like to be told that I am."
"I won't say it again, then."
"Fellows that live in glass houses mustn't throw stones."
"Do you really think I was frightened, Paul?"
"I really think you was. Didn't you back out?"
"Not till the sail broke down."