She was no more to look at than a bit of a rabbit, slipping about, scared-like, with her big eyes all round her." "Great rough bull of a chap you was, Tom.

Ought to had more lickings when you was young." "Aw!" said Tom.
"Join him ?" asked Peter after a pause.
"No, I won't, an' he's no right to ask it, an' he knows it.

Them dirty mines may pay an' they may not, but the farm's a safe thing an' I'll stick to it." "Maybe new capt'n'll make things go better.

That's him, I'm thinking, just got ashore from brig without breaking his legs," nodding towards the wooden landing-stage on the other side of the gulf.

For landing at Port Gorey was at times a matter requiring both nerve and muscle.
A man, however, had just leaped ashore from the brig, and was now standing looking somewhat anxiously after the landing of his baggage, which consisted of a wooden chest and an old carpet-bag.
When at last it stood safely on the platform, he cast a comprehensive look at his surroundings and then turned to the group of men who had come down to watch the boat come in, and four pairs of eyes on the opposite side of the gulf watched him curiously, with little thought of the tremendous part he was to play in all their lives.
"Where's he stop ?" asked Peter.
"Our house." "Nay!" "Ouaie, I tell you.