"Just my luck; but I got a good rest, so what's the good of makin' a beef about it?
You see, I tripped on that little root there, and slip! slump! slam! and slush!--there I was, down and out, and the buckle just out o' reach.

And there I lay for a blasted hour, everybody hitting the lower path." "But why didn't you call out to them ?" "And make 'em climb up the hill to me?
Them all tuckered out with their own work?
Not on your life! Wasn't serious enough.

If any other man 'd make me climb up just because he'd slipped down, I'd take him out o' the mud all right, all right, and punch and punch him back into the mud again.

Besides, I knew somebody was bound to come along my way after a while." "Oh, you'll do!" she cried, appropriating Del Bishop's phrase.

"You'll do for this country!" "Yep," he called back, shouldering his pack and starting off at a lively clip.