“Don’t burn the damn things! Look at that! All over me.”
“My clothes is afire.”
“What’s yer little game there, eh? Med as well kill a fella as frighten him to death.”
“Oo! My grub got it!”
“Get these others out first.”
“What O! I’m not goin’ to see my grub burn. What do you think?”
“All the damn lot’ll be spoiled.”
“I don’t care a cuss! I got some tiger in there.”
“Steady that oil a bit.”
“God! Doan it stink!”