Licked, sir, licked out and out." "I suppose I shall be sent away, sir," I said, wringing the water out of my shirt-sleeves.
"I suppose you won't," said Mr Solomon sharply.

"I've seen a deal, my lad, and I wondered you didn't have a turn at them before.

I didn't think you'd got the stuff in you, to tell you the truth." "Oh, but he had!" said Bunce.

"I wish you'd ha' seen." "Well, I'm sorry," said Mr Solomon.

"No, I'm not; I'm glad.