He tried really very hard not to squeak when Chief grabbed him, Chaucer really did.

He wasn't entirely sure if he succeeded, but that was okay, because at that point he was focusing very hard on what Chief told him to do. Grab the wall when you hit the wall.

He was a good foot soldier, simple orders like that, he could do.

So he did, and clung for dear life. "Dear Lord in heaven, what have I done to deserve this?"