"What's to pay ?" "I told him he was a wicked man, and he didn't like it because it's true," replied Jerome, in a loud voice, trying to pull away.
"Hush up," whispered Jake, with a half-whimsical, half-uneasy nod of his head towards the door; "look out how you talk.

He'll be out and crammin' blue-pills and assafoetidy into your mouth first thing you know.

Don't you go to sassin' of your betters." "He is a wicked man! I don't care, he is a wicked man!" cried Jerome, loudly.

He glanced defiantly at the house, then into Jake's face, with a white flash of fury.
"Hush up, I tell ye," said Jake.

"He'll be a-pourin' of castor-ile down your throat out of a quart measure, arter the blue-pills and the assafoetidy." "I'd like to see him! He is a wicked man.