Things go abaout in a fog that ye don't see in clear weather--yo-hoes an' hollerers and such like.

I'm sorter relieved he come the way he did instid o' walkin'.

He might ha' walked." "Do-on't, Dan! We're right on top of him now.

'Wish I was safe aboard, bein' pounded by Uncle Salters." "They'll be lookin' fer us in a little.

Gimme the tooter." Dan took the tin dinner-horn, but paused before he blew.
"Go on," said Harvey.