'Art sure that thou canst do it, lad ?' he said, speaking low, and put his hand kindly on my shoulder.
'Are head and heart sure?
Thou art my diamond, and I would rather lose all other diamonds in the world than aught should come to thee.

So, if thou doubtest, let me go, or let not any go at all.' 'Never doubt, master,' I said, touched by tenderness, and wrung his hand.

'My head is sure; I have no broken leg to turn it silly now'-- for I guessed he was thinking of Hoar Head and how I had gone giddy on the Zigzag..