"It would be no good at all now"-- argumentatively--"for the Bishop to send a man here who hadn't nerve.

You never know where you'll meet a quicksand, or a hole in the ice.

Chubby and I nearly went under this morning and never were seen again.

Some of these fellows had been cutting a hole, and--well, we just saw it in time.

It would have been the end of us, I can tell you; but then, you see, if you are being a good boy and doing what you're told, that does not matter so much." It appeared that Chubby was the clergyman's pony.