“That won’t make no difference.”
“Wind off, mate! and hammer down. This is a bit too thick. Hey! Gaffer! Are we expected to work in this?”
“That’ll kill the worms in yer guts.”
“I can’t stand this. My head aches splittin’. I’m half-smothered.”
“We don’t care a damn about the smoke, mate, as long as we can get the iron hot. ’Tis no worse for you than ’tis for the rest. If you don’t like it you can stop out. There’s plenty more to take yer place.”
“That’s all you get for your trouble! Wants the inspector in here. It’s worse than bein’ up the chimmuck. Go on, mate! Hammer up, Jim.”
“He’ll be all right directly, old man. He ain’t got hot yet.”
“Hot, be hanged! He ought to be dropped in the middle of the sea, and you along with him! The pair of you ought to be down with the Titanic.”
“Don’t talk wet!”
“Come on, Laudy! and put some pieces in the fire.”