`Yes, if you behave yourself,' he says.

`Look here, I can't plaster up a place like this.
Your finger's in rags, and the bone's in splinters.' `Oh, it'll soon grow together, sir,' I says.

`Nothing of the kind, sir,' he says; `it'll go bad if I don't make a clean job of it.

Now then, shut your eyes, and sit still in that chair.

I won't hurt you much.'" "Did he ?" said Denham.
"Pretty tidy, sir; just about as much as he could.