You went int' Lumpy Joe's, waited till Jameson got drunk, an' then you rolled him." "Rolled ?"--genuinely bewildered.
"Picked his pockets, if you want it blunt.

Th' question is, did he take it from you 'r you from him?
I can arrest you, Mr.Webb, British subject 'r not.

'S up t' you t' tell me th' story.

Don't be afraid of me; I don't eat up men.

All y' got t' do is t' treat me on th' level.
You won't lose anything 'f you're honest." "Come with me, sir." (The smuggler was, in his day, a match in cunning for any or all of His Majesty's coast-guards.) Haggerty followed the young man down the various companionways.
Instinctively he knew what was coming, the pith of the matter if not the details.