“What sort of an old man is he to work with?”
“I wish I’d known. B’gee, sir, I’d have—— What sort is he? He don’t know nothing. He’s only an old woman. He cain’t knot a rope-yarn. If I’d known, I’d have——”
“What would you have?”
“He got fresh with me one time. He give me the slack of his old lip, about leaving the harness-cask unlocked. I’d have called him down if I’d known. I don’t let any old pirate get gay with me. See?”
“He’s a dirty old swine,” said Stukeley. “He and those damned old women your owners.”
“That Perrin’s a bute, for fair, hey?”
“They make a nice trio to leave your wife alone with.”
“Your wife’s a peach, I guess. Hey?”
“If she is, she’s a green one. Give us the bottle there.”
“Is it true the Margaret fellow’s sweet on her?”