“Ram up, and get your dies out. Give a hand there, mates.”
“’Tis all bad luck this mornin’, ain’ it?”
“’Tis the chaps as make the luck. What do you think? We get on all right.”
“Here’s the bummer in a tear.”
“Why the hell don’t you be careful! You’ll break all the tackle in creation. First one thing and then another. Ropes and wheels and dies. You wants to go home for a month. That ’ood teach ’e a lesson. You don’t trouble a damn for nothing.”
“I asked the fitters to see to it, and they wouldn’t come.”
“That block was never strong enough for the job.”
“Go an’ fetch Moses. What ya goin’ to put in next?”
“Pull-rod levers. Die seventy-two.”
“Don’ want them. Put in hunderd an’ one.”