“Hello, Bill,” and Bill's fat brother-in-law came up. “Thus does me good, an' yer sister is spilin' to see ye. We'll hev one on this.”
“No, Sam, I ain't drinkin'; I've got biz to tend.”
“Wall, hev just one to clear yer head. Then settle yer business and come back to us.”
So Bill went to have one to clear his head. “I'll be back in two minutes, Rolf,” but Rolf saw him no more for many days.
“You better come along, cub,” called out a red-nosed member of the group. But Rolf shook his head.
“Here, I'll help you git them ashore,” volunteered an effusive stranger, with one eye.
“I don't want help.”
“How are ye gain' to handle 'em alone?”
“Well, there's one thing I'd be glad to have ye do; that is, go up there and bring Peter Vandam.”
“I'll watch yer stuff while you go.”