"And was that all?" said I.
"That was all—ho, ho, he," replied Toby.
"Your mate was ill used, you said, by Big Claw?"
"Yes,—ho, ho, he."
"As how, may I ask?"
"Oh, Big Claw cut his throat, that's all—ho, ho, ho."
"All? rather uncivil, however," said I.
"Very, sir,"—quoth Toby,—"he, he, he."
"And why did he cut his throat?"
"Because he made free with one of Big Claw's wives—ho, ho."