“Noddings vill be left off me bud a grease spot by der dime dot old poat vas filled up.”
When Meen Fun observed Meyer beginning his culinary operations he dropped the barrow and offered to assist.
“Nein,” objected Dinkelspeil. “Go py your pizness apoud quick. I mineseluf am der shief cook und pottle vashers.”
“Me makee nicee lasbelly puddin’s you catchee bellies.”
“Off you don’d chase yourseluf purty quick I vill fall on you, und den you vill haf to be swept up.”
So Meen Fun had to return to his wheelbarrow.
“We’ve done pretty well for a beginning, haven’t we, Mr. Prawle?” asked Jack, when they knocked off work about noon.
“Certain sure you have. Rather close in that hole. We must try and dig an outlet through the roof.”
“What are we going to do about that big mass of ore in the corner?” asked Charlie.
“Shatter it with small charges of dynamite. Those small cases I had you move ashore so carefully and put yonder under that canvas covering—that’s explosive.”