But I'll tell ye what, master.

Bad wants payin' for." He nodded and winked mysteriously.

"Bad has its wages as well's honest work, I'm thinkin'.

Varmer Bollop I don't owe no grudge to: Varmer Blaize I do.
And I shud like to stick a Lucifer in his rick some dry windy night." Speed-the-Plough screwed up an eye villainously.

"He wants hittin' in the wind,--jest where the pocket is, master, do Varmer Blaize, and he'll cry out 'O Lor'!' Varmer Blaize will.