“Is it jokin’ you are, Ned?” siz I; “shure you tould me to leave it all to you.”
“Ah! Darby,” siz he, “you’re for takin’ a rise out o’ me. But I’ll stick to my promise; only, Darby, you must pay your way.”
“O, Ned,” says I, “is this the way you’re goin’ to threat me after all? I’m a rooin’d man; all I cou’d scrape together I spint on you. If you don’t do something for me, I’m lost. Is there no place where you cou’d hide me from the captin?”
“Not a place,” siz Ned.
“An’ where, Ned, is the place I saw you comin’ up out ov?”
“O, Darby, that was the hould where the cargo’s stow’d.”
“An’ is there no other place?” siz I.
“Oh, yes,” siz he, “where we keep the wather casks.”
“An’ Ned,” siz I, “does anyone live down there?”
“Not a mother’s soul,” siz he.