Would you like t' see, sergeant ?' The miners grinned, the troopers giggled, and the sergeant began to feel huffy.
''Tention!' he cried.

'Who won this precious game ?' Devoy pinched hi chin tenderly and grimaced.

It was hard to abandon the glory of a well-won battle, but there was no option.
'It was a dthraw,' he said manfully.
'And what were you playing for ?' 'Playin' for?
Oh, fer natural love an' affection, nothin' more, barrin' a few goats.' 'Goats, eh?
Now look here, my fine fellow, we were told there was to be riot and fighting here over those goats.

I don't believe a word of your cock-and-bull story about football, and for two pins I'd clap a few of you where you wouldn't play again for some time to come.

Now you'd all better settle this goat business while my men are here, and take my advice and drop football if you want to keep on the comfort able and airy side of a gaol.