It ain't no good at all, John.

Don't you trouble yourself, John.

I'm going to have it out, John, so I tell you.' This he said, nodding his head about in a maudlin sort of way, and refusing to allow himself to be moved.
On the next day Dick Shand was sick, repentant, and idle.

On the third, he returned to his work,--working however, with difficulty.

After that, he fairly recovered himself, and the two Cambridge men went on resolutely at their hole.