But as she saw the streaming blood her face paled.
"For the love of Mike, Mack, see if he's hurt," she said in a low voice to her companion.
"Not he! He's makin' too much noise," said the young man.

"Here, you young bull, wait till I see what's wrang wi' ye," he continued, stooping over Sam.
"Get away from me, I tell you.

Ouw! Ouw! I'm dying, and they'll hang her.

Ouw! Ouw! I'm killed, and I'm just glad I am, for she'll be hung to death." Here Sam broke into a vigorous stream of profanity.
"Ay, he's improvin' A doot," said Mack.

"Let us be going." "'Ello! Wot's (h)up ?" cried a voice.