"Then he turned to Tom.
"'You wants this money paid t' your wife, Tom?' says he.
"'Ay,' says Tom, 't' my wife. She'll know why.'
"'Very good,' says Skinflint. 'You've my word that I'll do it.' An' then: 'Wind's jumpin' up, Tom.'
"'I wants your oath. The wind will bide for that. Hold up your right hand.'
"Skinflint shivered in a blast o' the gale.
"'I swears,' says he.
"'Lads,' says Tom, 'you'll shame this man to his grave if he fails t' pay!'
"'Gettin' dark, Tom,' says Sam.