"I got Barry by the hair under water.

He was at his last kick, you bet! And that rat," he added, smiling good naturedly at Harry, "was dragging him down for the last time." "I didn't know nothin' about it," said poor Harry, who was lying stretched out by the fire, still very weak and miserable.

"I didn't know nothin' about it, or you bet I woudn't ha' done it.

I didn't know nothin' after he got me." "After you got him, you mean," said Fielding.
"I guess that's right," said Harry, "but I wouldn't ha' got him if he hadn't ha' got me first." They all joined in the discussion of the event except Paula, who sat distrait and silent, gazing into the fire, and Barry, who lay, drowsy and relaxed, on a blanket not far from her side.
"You ought to go to bed," said Paula at length in a low voice to him.
"You need a good night's sleep." "I'm too tired to sleep," said Barry.

"I feel rather rotten, in fact.