Of course, we will all
go with him! You call up the men. We must start right away."
"It's no use, Angel," said Freckles. "I'm thinking ivry bone in me
breast is smashed. You'll have to be letting me go!"
"I will not," said the Angel flatly. "It's no use wasting precious time
talking about it. You are alive. You are breathing; and no matter how
badly your bones are broken, what are great surgeons for but to fix you
up and make you well again? You promise me that you'll just grit your
teeth and hang on when we hurt you, for we must start with you as
quickly as it can be done. I don't know what has been the matter with
me. Here's good time wasted already."
"Oh, Angel!" moaned Freckles, "I can't! You don't know how bad it is.
I'll die the minute you are for trying to lift me!"
"Of course you will, if you make up your mind to do it," said the Angel.
"But if you are determined you won't, and set yourself to breathing deep
and strong, and hang on to me tight, I can get you out. Really you must,
Freckles, no matter how it hurts, for you did this for me, and now I
must save you, so you might as well promise.
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