“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.”
NEVER GIVE UP.
“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.”