"Wot did you put it all on to me for?
Why didn't you tell 'em your part in it ?" "Wouldn't ha' done any good," said Mr.Smith; "wouldn't ha' done you any good.

Besides, I did just wot the cap'n told me." "When's he coming back ?" inquired the steward.
Mr.Smith shook his head.

"Couldn't say," he returned.

"He couldn't say 'imself.

Between you an' me, I expect 'e's gone up to have a reg'lar fair spree." "Why did you tell me last night he was up-stairs ?" inquired the other.
"Cap'n's orders," repeated Mr.Smith, with relish.