Harry Hardy don't want a crowd round.' 'How d'yer know he wants you ?' 'Find out.

Me 'n him's mates.' 'Yo-ow ?' This in derision.
''Sides, I got somethin' privit to say to him--somethin' privit 'n important, see.' This was more convincing, but it excited curiosity.
''Bout Tin ribs ?' queried Peterson.
'Likely I'd tell you.

Clear out, go on.

You can be captain of the band if you like, Jacker; 'n mind you don't give it away.' Dick gained his point, as usual, and prepared for a quite casual descent upon Harry, who had not yet seen the boys.

The plan brought Dicky, 'shanghai' in hand, under the tree where Hardy sat.