Greatly troubled, but staunch as a rock, my old father stood, resting his lame foot on a heap of hides.

I went to meet him.
"Phineas," said John, anxiously, "come and help me.

No, Abel Fletcher," he added, rather proudly, in reply to a sharp, suspicious glance at us both; "your son and I only met ten minutes ago, and have scarcely exchanged a word.

But we cannot waste time over that matter now.

Phineas, help me to persuade your father to save his property.