An' didn't they have words or a ruction of some kind ?--for 'twas the other fellow Smoke sent up in the buckets to the top of the mine; an' a piece at a time he went up, a leg to-day, an' to-morrow an arm, the next day the head, an' so on." "But you can't mean it!" I cried out, overcome with the horror of it.
"Mean what!" he demanded, quick as a flash.

"'Tis nothin' I've said.
Deef I am, and dumb, as ye should be for the sake iv your mother; an' never once have I opened me lips but to say fine things iv them an' him, God curse his soul, an' may he rot in purgatory ten thousand years, and then go down to the last an' deepest hell iv all!" Johnson, the man who had chafed me raw when I first came aboard, seemed the least equivocal of the men forward or aft.

In fact, there was nothing equivocal about him.

One was struck at once by his straightforwardness and manliness, which, in turn, were tempered by a modesty which might be mistaken for timidity.

But timid he was not.