The grip of his hard brown hand alone was bad enough, but I bore it all as well as I could, and tried to smile in the rough fellow's face.
"That's the sort as I like," he said in a good-humoured growl.

"Put that down on the slate.

That's being a trump, that is; and we two's shipmates after this here." Old Brownsmith did not speak, and Ike went on: "I say, master, what a bad un you do think me! I'd ha' hated myself as long as I lived, and never forgive myself, if I'd done such a thing.
Look ye here--my monkey's up now, master--did yer ever know me ill-use the 'orses ?" "No, Ike," said Old Brownsmith shortly.
"Never once.

There's the white, and I give it a crack now and then; but ask either Capen or Starlit, and see if ever they've got anything agen me.

And here's a man as never ill-used a 'orse, and on'y kicked young Shock now and then when he'd been extry owdacious, and you say as I tried to upset the load on young un here.