'Blast the boy! a man never knows where he will poke his nose next.' 'The others 'ye gone ?' 'Yes.

They were on'y boys.' 'Didn't I tell you it wouldn't do to be meetin' in places like this?
No more of it for me.

They've been listenin', an' we're done men.

We'll be nabbed!' 'Shut up your infernal cackle! The boys hadn't any notion we was here.
They had some lark on.

They couldn't have seen us--we're all right.' 'If they saw us together it'd be enough.' 'But they couldn't, I tell you.