You see, he carries the same name." "That's nacheral.

How long since you ate ?" "Last night." "The hell! Starved ?" "Rather." "It's near chow-time.

Will you eat now or wait for the reg'lar spread ?" "I think I can wait, thank you." "A little drink right now to help you along, eh ?" He strode over and opened the door.

"Hey! Shorty!" For answer there came only the wail of an old pirate song.
"Oh, my name's Sam'l Hall--Sam'l Hall; My name's Sam'l Hall--Sam'l Hall.
My name is Sam'l Hall, And I hate you one an' all, You're a gang of muckers all-- Damn your eyes!" "Listen!" said Lawlor, turning to his guest with a deprecating wave of the hand.

"A cook what sings! Which in the old days I wouldn't have had a bum like that around my place, but there ain't no choosin' now." The voice from the kitchen rolled out louder: "I killed a man, they said, so they said; I killed a man, they said, so they said.
I killed a man they said, For I hit 'im on the head, And I left him there for dead-- Damn your eyes!" "Hey! Shorty Kilrain!" bellowed the aggravated host.
He turned to Bard.
"What'd you do with a bum like that for a cook ?" "Pay him wages and keep him around to sing songs.