“How did that happen?”
“Night chaps, I s’pose. ’Twas done when we got here this mornin’.”
“You’re out for the rest o’ the wik then. Set yer mind at rest on that. Damn it! Everything happens on nights. This blasted night work’s a nuisance. Go and tell Deep Sea and fetch the brickies, and get they on to’t. Wher’s yer mates?”
“Waitin’ instructions.”
“They can go home, and stop ther’ if tha likes. Got nothin’ for ’em to do. Go and tell ’em.”
“Sign this order, sir.”
“Come on then, quick! No time to mess about with you. Hello! Bailey’s Best! Wha’s this for?”
“Leg irons.”
“You don’t want best for them. Cable’s good enough for they. What ya thinkin’ about?”
“Have a look at this ’ere die, guvnor?”