"The varmin! Time it were done, Master Mark.
Oh yes, I'll pick out some lads who owe 'em a grudge, same as I do.

You want eight of us?
Me and seven more ?" "You and Dummy, and six more." "Dummy! Tchah! He's no good." Dummy silently dug his elbow into his master's ribs, but it was unnecessary.
"I want you and Dummy, and six men," said Mark decisively.
"Oh, very well, sir; you're young master; but what you can see in that boy I don't know.

Nine on us," he continued thoughtfully.

"Twelve o' them.

'Taren't enough, master." Mark hesitated.