"Are youse der feller wot done me ?" "I presume I am." "Well, wot yer waitin' fer ?" "To see how badly you are hurt.

Your head struck the stones with frightful force when you fell." "Did it?
Well, it feels dat way! Here's a lump as big as yer fist.

But wot d'youse care ?" "I didn't know but your skull was fractured." "Wot difference did dat make ?" "I didn't want you to remain here and suffer with a broken head." "Didn't, eh?
An' I tried ter do ye up widout givin' yer any warnin'! Dis is der quarest deal I ever struck! I was tryin' ter knock yer stiff an' den break year arm." "Break my arm ?" "Dat's wot I was here fer." Frank was interested.
"Then you were here on purpose to meet me ?" "Sure, Mike." "But why were you going to break my arm ?" "'Cause dat's wot I was paid fer, me boy." Frank caught hold of the ruffian, who had arisen to a sitting posture and was holding onto his head.
"Paid for ?" cried the boy, excitedly.

"Do you mean to tell me that you were paid to waylay me and break my arm ?" "I didn't mean ter tell yer anyt'ing, but a feller wot kin fight like you kin an' den stay ter see if a chap wot tried ter do him was hurt--dat kind of a feller oughter be told." "Then tell me--tell me all about it," urged Merriwell.
"Dere ain't much ter tell.

Some sneak wanted yer arm broke, an' he came ter me ter do der job.