Jim Fenton's a good-natered man when he ain't riled, but he'd sooner fight nor eat when he is.

Will ye help me, or won't ye ?" Mike made no reply, but opened his pack and brought out a tumbler of jelly.

"There, ye bloody blaggard, wouldn't ye be afther lickin' that now ?" said he; and then, as he proceeded to unload the pack, his tongue ran on in comment.

(A paper of crackers.) "Mash 'em all to smithereens now.

Give it to 'em, Jim." (A roasted chicken.) "Pitch intil the rooster, Jim.