I don't trust no man except him.

I'll be off now, and if you'll take a fool's advice, though he is your father, you'll go too; we can be there by daylight.' Jim and I looked at each other.
'We promised to stay Chris'mas with mother and Aileen,' says he, 'and if all the devils in hell tried to stop us, I wouldn't break my word.

But we'll come to the Hollow on Boxing Day, won't we, Dick ?' 'All right! It's only two or three days.

The day after to-morrow's Chris'mas Eve.

We'll chance that, as it's gone so far.' 'Take your own way,' growls father.