"Never saw you get up so much pluck in my life.

What made you back out, and be whipped like a baby ?" "Why didn't _you_ own that you threw that plaguy paper ball, and not sit there like a coward, and see me take your whipping ?" "_I_ own it! That's a good one! 'Pon honour, Tip, didn't you throw that ball?
I thought you did; I was aiming one at Ellis Holbrook's head just then, and I didn't see what was going on behind me.

Didn't you throw it--honour bright ?" "No, I didn't; and I'll throw _you_ if you say so again." And Tip turned suddenly in the opposite direction, but Satan still walked with him.
"It's no use," said this evil spirit, speaking out boldly,--"it's no use; don't you see it isn't?
You might as well give it up first as last; the boys, and the teacher, and every one, think you're nothing in the world but a wicked young scamp, and you never _can_ be anything else.

You've been humbugging yourself these four weeks, making believe you had a great Friend to help you: why hasn't He helped you to-day?
You've tried your best all day long, and He knows you have; yet you never had such a hard day in your life.

If He cares anything at all about you, why didn't He help you to-day?
You asked Him to." Tip sat down on a log by the side of the road, and gave himself up for a little to Satan's guidance, and the wicked voice went on,-- "Now, you see, you've been cheated.