I'm a-goin' over to Jemmy Carnach to have it out with him, and first time I meets the young 'un I'm going to make him sore.

See this here ?" Daygo showed his teeth in a very unpleasant grin, and drew a piece of tarry rope, about two feet long, from out of his great trousers, the said piece having had a lodging somewhere about his breast.
"Do you think Lobster--" began Vince.
"Ay, that's it: lobster," said Daygo.

"Lobster it is: Jemmy Carnach would sell himself for lobster, but he arn't a-going to set his pots in my ground and go out to 'zamine 'em with my boat.

I don't wish him no harm, but it would ha' been a good job if she'd sunk with him and his young cub.

They're no good to the Crag--not a bit.