“Who? Oh, that little crawler. There’s a picture of a man.”
“I never had much truck with him. His look’s enough for me.”
“For me, too. Look here, Iles. I’m sick of the company in the cabin. That old pirate, and those two twisters, and my wife sitting up like a cold jelly. Ah. Good luck. Sick of it. You come up and have supper with us to-night. And bring your fiddle.”
“I guess old Brandyface’d raise a stink.”
“If he does, we’ll call him down. He’s not going to dictate my guests to me. I’ll have in any one I like.”
“Gee. That would be great. Hey?”
“I’m not going to let an old pirate say who’s to be my friends.”
“He’ll heave me quit of the cabin.”
“I’ll heave him if he does. Pretty quick.”
“Gee. I’d like to come. But he’ll be mad as hell.”