Heaps o' room for you and your crowd .-- Why, that's what I tell 'em all the time, Mr.Cheyne.

There's big money in it, but I presume that don't affect you any.

What we want is--" A heavy hand fell on his broadcloth shoulder, and the flushed skipper of a Portland coal-and-ice coaster spun him half round.

"What in thunder do you fellows mean by clappin' the law on the town when all decent men are at sea this way?
Heh?
Town's dry's a bone, an' smells a sight worse sence I quit.

'Might ha' left us one saloon for soft drinks, anyway." "Don't seem to have hindered your nourishment this morning, Carsen.
I'll go into the politics of it later.