"On no account!"
"That's a good sign, anyhow," muttered Jerry. "You will have to see him, I am afraid. You are under his ruff."
Vernon, completely overcome, staggered to a chair, and covered his face with his hands.
"Not so bad a boy as one mought suppose," soliloquized Jerry, as he went to the door, and requested the servant to summon Dr. Vaudelier. "The fellow has fed on husks long enough, and, as the scripter says, he is goin' to rise and go to his dad."
"Do not let my father see me,—anything, rather than that!" exclaimed Vernon, rising, and grasping the woodman's arm. "I am a great villain!"
"That's very true, stranger; but you have got into the scrape, and the best thing you can do is to get out on't."
"How can I!"
"Be an honest man."
"I fear I never can be that."
"Try it! There is something left of you."