“Why, ar’n’t I a-telling of you?—me,” growled Tom Tully.
“Well, what’s the matter now?” said the gunner.
“Well, I was a-wondering what we was going for ashore.”
“Now, just hark at this here chap!” said the gunner indignantly.
“That’s what I says,” growled Tom Tully; “directly I opens my mouth I gets a bullying. I allus gets told I’m a-grumbling.”
“Well, come now,” said the gunner, “speak out will you? What’s the matter?”
“Oh, I don’t want to speak out unless you like,” said Tom.
“Yes, come, out with it, and don’t let’s have no mutinous, onderhanded ways,” cried the gunner importantly.
“Well, what I want to know is, what we’re a-going for ashore?”
“Now just hark at him,” cried the gunner, “grumbling again. Why, ar’n’t we going to look after our young orsifer?”