Work, that tires the body and rests the mind.

Is there nothing in hand that I can do?
Nothing to cut?
nothing to carry ?" The door opened as he put the question.

Bateson--appointed to chop Frank's bed-place into firing--appeared punctually with his ax.

Wardour, without a word of warning, snatched the ax out of the man's hand.
"What was this wanted for ?" he asked.
"To cut up Mr.Aldersley's berth there into firing, sir." "I'll do it for you! I'll have it down in no time!" He turned to Crayford.

"You needn't be afraid about me, old friend.