If I don't lay that there piece on to his back, and make him lie down and holloa, my name arn't Daygo." "But you are not going to thrash him, Joe," said Vince.
"Who'll stop it ?" "I will," said Vince.

"It wasn't Jemmy Carnach and his boy." "Eh?
Oh yes, it was.

Lobstering they were arter.

I know." "No, you do not, Joe.

They didn't take it." "What!" cried the old man.