"Just as you like, but——"
"I'll have it my own way, I tell you; so say no more."
"I'll commence against him at once, then, as you wish it; but it's no use, for you know very well that it will be impossible to serve him."
"Let me alone for that! I'll be bound I'll find fellows to get the inside of him."
"Why, his house is barricaded like a jail, and he has dogs enough to bait all the bulls in the country."
"No matter: just send me the blister for him, and I'll engage I'll stick it on him."
"Very well, squire; you shall have the blister as soon as it can be got ready. I'll tell you when you may send over to me for it, and your messenger shall have it hot and warm for him. Good bye, squire."
"Good bye, Murphy!—lose no time."
"In the twinkling of a bedpost. Are you going to Tom Durfy's steeple-chase?"
"I'm not sure."