Wot are you afraid of?
I take all the risk an' precious little of the money.

Write me a letter----" "Write! Me! Coke, you're loony." "Not me.

Wait till I'm through.

Write a letter sayin' you're sorry the _Andromeda_ must be laid up this fall, but promisin' me the next vacancy.

'Ow does that 'urt _you_ ?" Verity's cigar had gone out.