I'll put a bead upon the--' 'You will not lay a finger on the man,' said Herrick.

'The fault is yours and you know it.

If you turn a savage loose in your store-room, you know what to expect.

I will not allow the man to be molested.' It is hard to say how Davis might have taken this defiance; but he was diverted to a fresh assailant.
'Well!' drawled Huish, 'you're a plummy captain, ain't you?
You're a blooming captain! Don't you, set up any of your chat to me, John Dyvis: I know you now, you ain't any more use than a bloomin' dawl! Oh, you "don't know", don't you?
Oh, it "gets you", do it?
Oh, I dessay! W'y, we en't you 'owling for fresh tins every blessed day?
'Ow often 'ave I 'eard you send the 'ole bloomin' dinner off and tell the man to chuck it in the swill tub?
And breakfast?
Oh, my crikey! breakfast for ten, and you 'ollerin' for more! And now you "can't 'most tell"! Blow me, if it ain't enough to make a man write an insultin' letter to Gawd! You dror it mild, John Dyvis; don't 'andle me; I'm dyngerous.' Davis sat like one bemused; it might even have been doubted if he heard, but the voice of the clerk rang about the cabin like that of a cormorant among the ledges of the cliff.
'That will do, Huish,' said Herrick.
'Oh, so you tyke his part, do you?
you stuck-up sneerin' snob! Tyke it then.

Come on, the pair of you.