You sawr 'ow them tinkers jibbed just now.

I must 'umor 'em a bit, d--n 'em.

But wait till the next time some of 'em ships under me.

Lord luv' a duck, won't I skin 'em?
Not 'arf!" De Sylva, with all his admirable command of English, could not follow the Coke variety in its careless freedom.

But he knew his man.