But I made up for my lost supper, eating an enormous breakfast, and when I hobbled to catch my car I carried a lunch twice as big as the one the day before.
Work! Let any youth just turned eighteen try to out-shovel two man-grown coal-shovellers.

Work! Long before midday I had eaten the last scrap of my huge lunch.

But I was resolved to show them what a husky young fellow determined to rise could do.

The worst of it was that my wrists were swelling and going back on me.

There are few who do not know the pain of walking on a sprained ankle.