Don't worry me like a spoilt child.

Roll yourself up and get to sleep! I'll keep watch." "I will be reasonable," Monty whined.

"I will go to sleep, my friend, and worry you no more when I have had just one sip of that brandy! It is the finest medicine in the world for me! It will keep the fever off.

You do not want money you say! Come, is there anything in this world which I possess, or may possess, which you will set against that three inches of brown liquid ?" Trent was on the point of an angry negative.

Suddenly he stopped--hesitated--and said nothing Monty's face lit up with sudden hope.
"Come," he cried, "there is something I see! You're the right sort, Trent.