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You're my man, if you please, sir, and the little wiry lump of courage and conceit, rascality and good humour, flew at Lancelot, who was twice his size, 'with a heroism worthy of a better cause, as respectable papers, when they are not too frightened, say of the French. 'Do you want any more? asked Lancelot. 'Quite a pleasure, sir, to meet a scientific gen'lman.
"No, sir," he said, "they're not ill. Those is the Toronto passengers." "All in this car?" I asked. "All except that gen'lman you may have heard singing in the smoking compartment. He's booked through to Chicago." But, as is usual in such cases, sleep came at last with unusual heaviness.
Though why he couldn't drive his h'own team, if he'd such an 'ankering for the ribbands, he muttered to Dingee as he got down, 'I'm sure is a perplexity. 'Wanted to drive Missee Hazel, said Dingee, climbing like a cat into the other conveyance, and proceeding to drive Mr. Rollo's man nearly out of his wits. 'You never does sound de gen'lman, Mas' Gotham. Telled you so long ago.
Any like me?" "De nicest young gen'lman round dis bay," replied Dick, "is Mr. Dab Kinzer. But he ain't like you. Not nuff to hurt him." "Dab Kinzer," exclaimed the stranger. "Where'd he get his name?" "In de bay, I 'spect," said Dick, as he shoved his boat off; "caught 'im wid a hook."
"Ain't no mistake 'bout dat. He's a young devil when his spirit's up, 'n it's easy raised. But he's a powerful gen'lman sort o' boy powerful. Throw's you a quarter soon's look at ye, 'n he's got the right kind o' high ways dough der ain't no sayin' he ain't a young devil; de Kurnel hisself cayn't outcuss him when his spirit's up."
"Well, we are and we en't, eh, mateys? The Waterman's Rest en't exactly the kind of place to spend shore leave; it en't a patch on Wapping or Rotherhithe. And to tell 'ee true, we're dead sick of it. But there's reasons; there mostly is; and the whys and wherefores, therefores and becauses, I dessay you know, young gen'lman, acomin' from Captain Barker." "The press gang?"
"Then you have heard of a Mrs Osten, no doubt, a widow lady?" said Will. "Wot, the widder o' that grumpy old gen'lman as died last year, leavin', they say, a big estate in furrin parts?" Will felt a tendency to seize the man by the throat, and tumble him off his box into the road, but on second thoughts he restrained himself and said
"Show the gen'lman to the cowyard, and giv' him cart number 1." "Isn't Grant here?" I said. "Perhaps Ulyssis wouldn't mind my turnin' in with him." "Do you know the Gin'ral?" inquired Mr. Spotswood. "Wall, no, not 'zacky; but he'll remember me. His brother-in-law's Aunt bought her rye meal of my uncle Levi all one winter. My uncle Levi's rye meal was "
"Ay, you're right there, Bulger." "But why don't you like going to sea?" asked Desmond. "Why? You're a landlubber, sir meanin' no offense or you wouldn't axe sich a foolish question. At sea 'tis all rope's end and salt pork, with Irish horse for a tit-bit." "Irish horse?" "Ay. That's our name for it. 'Cos why? Explain to the gen'lman, mateys."
You, sir, will correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe there IS such a word in the dictionary as hairdressers. 'Well, but suppose he wasn't a hairdresser, suggested Sam. 'Wy then, sir, be parliamentary and call him vun all the more, returned his father. 'In the same vay as ev'ry gen'lman in another place is a Honourable, ev'ry barber in this place is a hairdresser.
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