Chapter

 1 VI    |      world together! Who would help him, when he was tired?
 2 XVI   |        America, as a source of help, not inexhaustible indeed,
 3 XVII  |      with another gun, “I must help you, or we’ll never end
 4 XIX   |      then, and may we have the help of Heaven!”~At ten o’clock
 5 XXI   |       in the Tree.—Two Shots.—“Help! help!”—Reply in French.—
 6 XXI   |        Tree.—Two Shots.—“Help! help!”—Reply in French.—The Morning.—
 7 XXI   |       in the French language—~“Help! help!”~Kennedy and Joe,
 8 XXI   |        French language—~“Help! help!”~Kennedy and Joe, dumb
 9 XXI   |          said Joe, “because—”~“Help! help!” repeated the voice,
10 XXI   |    said Joe, “because—”~“Help! help!” repeated the voice, but
11 XXII  |         and he had cried out, “Help! help!” He then thought
12 XXII  |       he had cried out, “Help! help!” He then thought that he
13 XXIII |         Mr. Kennedy, won’t you help to gather up a trifle of
14 XXIV  | grieving over the matter won’t help us, in three days there
15 XXV   |   fancy that to do so wouldn’t help us much; it would be a consumption
16 XXVI  |      paper, and I’ll bring you help or lose my hide. What do
17 XXXI  |    could not have done much to help ourselves, and where we
18 XXXIII|      his life, and calling for help. Were he free, they could
19 XXXV  |       closed!~“Master! master!—Help!” were his last words; but
20 XLI   |     surface.~Kennedy could not help observing this.~“Is there
21 XLI   |  lighten her. That is the only help. So let us throw out every
22 XLI   |     and, besides, I claim your help for a difficult piece of