Coke spread his feet a little apart.
"Leave 'im alone.

'E'll do no 'arm now," he said.
"I cannot be interrupted," cried De Sylva, whose iron self-restraint seemed to be yielding before British truculence.
"I'll keep 'im quiet but I can't 'ave 'im roasted afore 'is time, an' that's wot's 'ul 'appen if you tied him up in that gulley." "Thanke'ee, skipper.

You allus were a reel pal," murmured Watts.
Coke bent over him.
"If your tongue don't stop waggin' it'll soon be stickin' out between yer teeth," he hissed.

"This ain't no fancy lock-up in the East Injia Dock Road, Arthur, me boy.

They won't bring you a pint of cocoa 'ere, an' ax if you're comfortable.