"Be brave; I'll take all the care I can." "Yes," said Master Rayburn to him, with a sad smile, "you will take all the care you can.

I know what you are, Mark, but do try, boy, not to be rash." Mark promised, and hurried down and out into the courtyard; but there was no Dummy visible till he had passed the second, and found him seated on a block of stone, whistling, and swinging his legs to and fro.
"What is it?
some one come to fetch us ?" cried Mark excitedly.
"No: nobody aren't come," said the boy, looking at him fixedly.
"Then why did you send for me ?" cried Mark angrily.
"'Cause I wanted you, Master Mark, very bad indeed." "Here, what do you mean?
What's the matter with you ?" "Got the thinks, very bad." "Dummy!" "Yes, Master Mark, I was took with 'em as soon as I got as far as the powder store.

It all come at once." "What do you mean ?" Dummy was perfectly silent, but not perfectly still; for as he stared straight in Mark's face in a peculiarly stolid way, he kept on swinging and jerking his legs till he seemed as if some one was pulling a string to make him act like a jumping toy.
"Look here, stupid-head," cried Mark angrily, but only to break into a laugh, half of amusement, half of vexatious contempt, "are you going mad ?" "I dunno, Master Mark.

Perhaps I am.

There's something keeps on buzzing in my head like a wheel going round." "You've been out too much in the sun." "No, I aren't.