Part 22 (2/2)
”And Iaway”
”Then you've done it now, my lad My Sally will think I've forsook her”
”And they at home will think of me as a thief Oh, fool--fool--fool!”
”What's the use o' calling yourself a fool, Mas' Don, when you means me all the time? Oh, my head, my head!”
”Jem, we must escape”
”Escape? I on'y e could Oh, my head: how it do ache”
”They will take us off to the tender, and then away in soone Jeood, sir? My head feels like feet, and if I tried to stand up I should go down flop!”
”Let ive me your hand How dark it is?
Where's your hand?”
”Gently, my lad; that's my hye Arn't much use here in the dark, but may want 'eht”
”Can't you stand, Jem?”
”Stand, sir? Yes: but what's thein a round-about at the fair”
”You'll be better soon”
”Better, sir? Well, I can't be worse Oh, ot hiive him such a roll up and down the ware'us floor as 'ud iddy as me”
”Now try and think, Jem,” said Don excitedly ”They must not believe at home that we are such cowards as to run away”
”No, sir; my Sally mustn't think that”
”Then what shall we do?”
”Try to get out, sir, of course”
”Can you walk?”
”Well, sir, if I can't, I'll crawl What yer going to do?”
”Try the door Perhaps they have left it unlocked”