“Tool up, there!”

“Rope’s off the wheel, mate!”

“Shut the blasted wind off.”

“He’s cut all to pieces.”

“Tha’s knockin’ the top. I told you of it. I shall ast the gaffer for another mate. This’ll take us till dinner-time. Go and get the spanners, and ast Sid for a new rope, and look sharp about it!”

“Now, Laudy! Wake up with you! We shan’t earn damn salt.”

“I don’t trouble. I can’t help it.”

“Well! Come on, then.”

“Tongs won’t hold ’em.”

“Get another pair.”