You can't swim by hanging on to a root, you bet!" Dunn listened in silence, then replied slowly, "I say, old chap, there's something in that.

My governor said something like that some time ago: 'A trainer's business is to train his men to do without him.'" "There you are!" cried Martin.

"That's philosophy! Mine's just horse sense." "Still," said Dunn thoughtfully, "when a chap's in you've got to lend a hand; you simply can't stand and look on." Dunn's words, tone, and manner revealed the great, honest heart of human sympathy which he carried in his big frame.
"Oh, hang it," cried Martin, "I suppose so! Guess I'll go along with you.

I can't forget you pulled me out, too." "Thanks, old chap," cried Dunn, brightening up, "but you're busy, and--" "Busy! By Jingo, you'd think so if you'd watch me over night and hear my brain sizzle.

But come along, I'm going to stay with you!" But Dunn's business was private, and could be shared with no one.