"Give warning?"
"Iss, sir; notiss to go." And Caleb stared fiercely at his master.
"But, my dear Caleb, you surely don't mean—?"
"I do, tho'."
"Are you dissatisfied with the place or the wages?"
"That's et, sir—the wages."
"If they are too low—"
"They bain't; they be a darned sight too high."
Mr. Fogo leant back in his chair.
"Too high!" he gasped.