“i will get it right,” said harry to himself, stopping just long enough to toss the hair out of his eyes. “there’s a way to do it, and i’m not going to give up, see if i do.”

“o, come on, harry,” called will; “what’s the use of hanging on so?”

“what’s the use? why, when i begin i don’t like to give up beat, and, what’s more, i don’t mean to.”

and harry didn’t give up, and by and by the figures all came straight.