"The divil! But that's big pay."
"Yis; but I have to pay it, for no other class o' min can do the wurruk. Why, it 'ud kill an American or a Dootchman!"
"They must have money saved up."
"All that they don't spind at me bar up on the corner. They have to save some, for in the nature o' things I can't git it all back. And they're all goin' back to the old sod whin navigation closes—in about two weeks. This'll be about their last job."
"They'll come to New York and take passage, I suppose."
"Yis; and I'll have to buy their tickets and ship thim. They don't know much about American money, and wid a new man I have to pay him in English money at first, until he finds it's no good; thin I exchange at a discount."
"Fine, Mike; ye'll be rich before long."
"That I will, if the supply of bog-trottin' savages holds out."
At this juncture one of the men in the hold lifted his sooty countenance and, with the vehemence of a lunatic, delivered this:
"Whythilldonye'veaharseut'lldothwark?"