I'll do all I can.

I don't know what girls were ever made for anyhow, damned if I do!" he added plaintively, as a realization of a stupendous mistake on the part of nature overwhelmed him.
Hicks consented to eat crow only after Mr.Ware had cursed and cajoled him into a better and more forgiving frame of mind.

Then Tom hurried off to find Betty and put matters right; a more difficult task than he had reckoned on, for Betty was obdurate and her indignation flared up at mention of the incident; all his powers of argument and persuasion were called into requisition before she would consent to Hicks remaining, and then only on that most uncertain tenure, his good behavior.
"Now you come up to the house," said Tom, when he had won his point and gone back to Hicks, "and get done with it.

I reckon you talked when you should have kept your blame familiar mouth shut! Come on, and get it over with, and say you're sorry." Later, after Hicks had made his apology, the two men smoked a friendly pipe and discussed the situation.

Tom pointed out that opposition was useless, a losing game, you could get your way by less direct means.