Turning to the Captain he added: "Don't ye see here's the big spring.

This 'ere man could blister a bull's heel by talkin' to it.

He's hidin' his candle.

This ain't no job fer him.

I say he orto be promoted." With an outburst still profane but distinctly milder the cook wished to know what they meant.
Solomon squinted with his rifle eye as if he were taking careful aim at a small mark.
"Why, ye see we passengers have been swearin' stiddy fer a week," he drawled.