Now you may mind it yourself." "Hold on there! Where you goin' ?" "Back to the lights.

And you may go to the devil, or anywhere else that suits your convenience, and take your confounded menagerie with you." "My menag--What on earth?
Say, hold on! Mercy on us, what's that ?" From the top of the bluff came a crashing and a series of yelps.

Through the thicket of beachplum bushes was thrust a yellow head, fringed with torn fragments of fly paper.
"What's that ?" demanded the astonished lightkeeper.
Brown looked at the whining apparition in the bushes and smiled maliciously.
"That," he observed, "is Job." "JOB ?" "Yes." From somewhere in the grove came a thrashing of branches and a frightened neigh.

"And that," he continued, "is Joshua, I presume.

If there are more Old Testament patriarchs in the vicinity, I don't know where they are, and I don't care.