"Have a weed ?" "Thanks, we'll see about that later on.

I'm off my smoke just now.

Ah! young Batchelor, you there?
Brought your boxing-gloves with you, I hope?
Hot fellow with the gloves is Batchelor, Phil.

Well, where's your trap, Hawkesbury ?" "There it is coming out." Whipcord eyed it professionally and critically.

He liked the dogcart, but didn't think much of the horse.
"Do all right for a water-cart, I dare say," observed he, "or cat's meat.