"Why, Hatteraick, you are turned driveller!"
"Wetter! will you deny that all that cursed attempt at Portanferry, which lost both sloop and crew, was your device for your own job?"
"But the goods, you know—"
"Curse the goods!" said the smuggler,—"we could have got plenty more; but, der deyvil! to lose the ship and the fine follows, and my own life, for a cursed coward villain, that always works his own mischief with other people's hands! Speak to me no more—I'm dangerous."
"But, Dirk—but, Hatteraick, hear me only a few words."
"Hagel! nein."
"Only one sentence."
"Tausand curses—nein!"
"At least get up for an obstinate Dutch brute!" said Glossin, losing his temper, and pushing Hatteraick with his foot.
"Donner and blitzen!" said Hatteraick, springing up and grappling with him; "you will have it then?"