"We want ball." "Bless my soul, you bawl loud enough as it is.

Away with ye, with what you have.

Look to your keg, and hark ye, if ye catch that villain, Paul Jones, give him no quarter." "But, captain, here," shouted one of the boatmen, "there's a mistake.
This is a keg of pickles, not powder.

Look," and poking into the bung-hole, he dragged out a green cucumber dripping with brine.

"Take this back, and give us the powder." "Pooh," said Paul, "the powder is at the bottom, pickled powder, best way to keep it.