Who the devil are these lads?
Yours, I suppose, Marston, or you wouldn't be fool enough to bring them here.

Why didn't you leave them at home with their mother?
Don't you think you and I and this devil's limb enough for this precious trade of ours ?' 'They'll take their luck as it comes, like others,' growled father; 'what's good enough for me isn't too bad for them.

We want another hand or two to work things right.' 'Oh! we do, do we ?' said the stranger, fixing his eyes on father as if he was going to burn a hole in him with a burning-glass; 'but if I'd a brace of fine boys like those of my own I'd hang myself before I'd drag them into the pit after myself.' 'That's all very fine,' said father, looking very dark and dangerous.
'Is Mr.Starlight going to turn parson?
You'll be just in time, for we'll all be shopped if you run against the police like this, and next thing to lay them on to the Hollow by making for it when you're too weak to ride.' 'What would you have me do?
Pull up and hold up my hands?
There was nowhere else to go; and that new sergeant rode devilish well, I can tell you, with a big chestnut well-bred horse, that gave old Rainbow here all he knew to lose him.

Now, once for all, no more of that, Marston, and mind your own business.

I'm the superior officer in this ship's company--you know that very well--your business is to obey me, and take second place.' Father growled out something, but did not offer to deny it.