Neither was there any coaxing it down.
"What a pity!" said Daisy.
"Not at all," said Preston.

"Here, Sam--just go up that tree and clear the line--will you ?" Sam looked at the straight high stem of the oak, which had shot up high before it put forth a single branch, and he did not like the job.

His slow motions said so.
"Come!" said Preston,--"be alive and do it quick, will you ?" "He can't--" said Daisy.
"Yes he can," said Preston.

"If he can't he isn't worth his bread and salt.

That's it, Sam--hand over hand, and you'll be there directly." Sam shewed what he _could_ do, if he did not like it; for he worked himself up the tall tree like a monkey.