And I don't carry 'em there, neither.

Anyhow, I comes back.
London's my mark.

Says I, I'll see a bit o' the sea, and steps aboard a collier.

We were as nigh wrecked as the prophet Paul." "-- A--who's him ?" the other wished to know.
"Read your Bible," said the tinker.

"We pitched and tossed--'tain't that game at sea 'tis on land, I can tell ye! I thinks, down we're a-going--say your prayers, Bob Tiles! That was a night, to be sure! But God's above the devil, and here I am, ye see." Speed-the-Plough lurched round on his elbow and regarded him indifferently.