"It's one of them cow-boys," said Mike. "One of them fellers that comes from beyant, in the cars with the cattle, and takes a thrip over sometimes to see what its loike in our counthry."
"I suppose 'e'll go fer nuthin'," said Cockney. "Do one of hus out of a job."
"Well, ye needn't be supposing till ye hear," answered Mike. "I never seen wan of them do that yet."
The newcomer approached more closely and looked at the crowd, one of whose members, an inquisitive youth, caught his eye and daringly proffered assistance.
"You goin' on this ship?" he asked.
"I hope so. I've just come down to see how the chances are."
The "Push" that had been listening mostly in quarter and three-quarter face, wheeled about, and all their "dials," as they would have expressed it, confronted him.
"'Ow much you goin' to hask?" said Cockney.
"What do they usually give?"
"Oh, I don't know," several replied.