Come along, Rory, I perceive how the land lies, my boy--let's tack about, i'faith--while I have a shilling you shan't want a tester.
B'we, old gentleman; you're bound for the other world, but I believe damnably ill-provided for the voyage." Thus ended our visit; and we returned to the village, my uncle muttering curses all the way against the old shark and the young fry that surrounded him..