Wessner wanted to get at me right then, and Jack said he shouldn't be touching me till the last tree was out and all the rest of them gone.

I'm belaying Jack really hated to see me done for in the beginning; and I think, too, he was afraid if Wessner finished me then he'd lose his nerve and cut, and they couldn't be managing the felling without him; anyway, they were hauling me round like I was already past all feeling, and they tied me up again.

To keep me courage up, I twits Wessner about having to tie me and needing another man to help handle me.

I told him what I'd do to him if I was free, and he grabs up me own club and lays open me head with it.

When the blood came streaming, it set Jack raving, and he cursed and damned Wessner for a coward and a softy.