"Clever. How art thee?"
"Purty well as for health," says Bill, "but I want a job. Can 'ee give us waun ovver to your new bal?"
"No, we're full," replied the Captain.
"How many men have 'ee goat ovver theere?" asked Old Blowhard.
"How many? Why we've two sinking a air-shaft through the flockan, and two to taakle, and that's fower; and theere's two men in the oddit, and a booay to car tools and that, and that makes three moore, and that oaltogether es seben."
"And how many cappuns have 'ee goat?" said Bill.
"How many? Why ten."
"What! ten cappuns to watch over seben men? I doan't b'lieve you can maake that out, for the 'venturers would'n stand it."
"'Tes zackly so then, and I'll maak it out to 'ee in a moment. Waun cappun es 'nough we oal knaw, but at the laast mittin, the 'venturers purposed to have waun of the 'venturers' sons maade a cappun, and to larn, they said; and so a draaper's son, called Sems, was put weth me from school, at six pound a month, and a shaare of what we had in the 'count-house."
"Well, but how can you maake ten of you and he?"