"An' 'tis with wonder I'm filled as to the workin' out iv things.

A pretty mess that 'Frisco whisky got me into, an' a prettier mess that woman's got you into aft there.

Ah, it's myself that knows ye for a blitherin' fool." "What do you mean ?" I demanded; for, having sped his shaft, he was turning away.
"What do I mean ?" he cried.

"And it's you that asks me! 'Tis not what I mean, but what the Wolf 'll mean.

The Wolf, I said, the Wolf!" "If trouble comes, will you stand by ?" I asked impulsively, for he had voiced my own fear.
"Stand by?
'Tis old fat Louis I stand by, an' trouble enough it'll be.
We're at the beginnin' iv things, I'm tellin' ye, the bare beginnin' iv things." "I had not thought you so great a coward," I sneered.
He favoured me with a contemptuous stare.