Ay, I wish she'd sunk wi' 'em, only the boat's useful, and I should ha' had to get another." Old Daygo ceased speaking, and after giving the rope a fierce swish through the air, as if he were hitting at Lobster's back, he put the end inside the top of his trousers, just beneath his chin, and gradually worked it down out of sight.
Vince coughed, and he was about to begin, after looking inquiringly at Mike, who shook his head, and turned it away.

But Vince somehow felt as if it would be better to wait till the whole of the rope had disappeared, and Daygo had given himself a shake to make it lie comfortably.

Then his lips parted; but the old man checked him by saying,-- "On'y wait till I meet young Jemmy.

I've on'y got to slip my hand in here, and it's waiting for him.

Yes, young gen'lemen, I'm a-going to make that chap sore as sore as sore." "No, you're not, Joe," said Vince firmly.
"What?
But I just am, my lad.