When putting on his dry clothes, Harry heard Joe Rogers, the foreman, saying: 'D'yer know them's Harry Hardy's togs yer pawin', Brother Tinribs ?' Shine's mud-coloured eyes floated uneasily from one form to another, but were raised no higher than the knees of the men, seemingly.
'Yes, search 'em carefully, Brother.

I s'pose you'd like ter jug the whole family.

'Taint agin yer Christian principles, is it, Mr.
Superintendent, to send innocent men to gaol?
Quod's good fer morals, ain't it?
A gran' place to cultivate the spirit o' brotherly love, ain't it--eh, what?
Blast you fer a snivellin' hippercrit, Shine! If yer look sidelong at me I'll belt you over--' Rogers made an ugly movement towards the searcher; but Peterson and another interposed, and he returned to the form, spitting venomous oaths like an angry cat.

Shine, kneeling on the floor, had gone on with his work in his covert way, as if quite unconscious of the foreman's burst of passion..