"I offered to fix that."
"It's no use to risk a fellow's life for nothing."
"That's the point exactly. Don't you say a word about my mother, and you may talk as big as you please about this scrape."
"I'm not going to talk big about it. I shall give you all the credit you deserve."
"Of course you will. The fellow that holds the bag can let the cat out when he chooses. I don't like to have my mother spoken of as you speak of your mother. She's my mother, and she has always been a good mother to me, and I would do anything in the world for her. There's only one thing about this scrape that I'm sorry for; and that is, that I didn't mind her. It makes me feel bad."
"She won't say much to you; she will be so glad to have you safely home, that she won't feel like jawing you," answered Thomas, in what he intended for words of consolation, but which were really heartless and offensive to the penitent.
"My mother don't jaw; it will make her feel bad that I didn't mind her; and that is ten times worse than a scolding or a whipping.—That man keeps shaking his hat to us. Who do you think it is?"
"It looks like Captain Littleton."
"What can he want of me?" said Paul, anxiously.
"If it is Captain Littleton, it is more like he wants me."