Mike, yer ol' varmint, if yer do any more swearin' while ther lady's yere I 'll knock ther words back down yer throat. Yer know me, so shut up. Th-thar'll be fightin' in p-plenty fer both o' yer presently, the way things look. Now, vamoose, the two o' yer, an' be quiet about it. Mike, y-yer better do something fer yer eyes if yer wanter see well 'nough ter take a pot-shot at Farnham's gang."

"Wha' have I to s-s-say for 'shelf, Mistah C-Cour'-nay? Ha! ha! I has p-plenty to s-s-shay. Why, sah, I I I've g-got him, sah!" "Got who, you villain? Got who?" I reiterated. "Why why M-M- Mor the pirate!" blurted Peter, finding himself unable to successfully pronounce Morillo's name. "Do you mean to say that you have succeeded in obtaining news of Morillo, Peter?"

"There are p-plenty of lame people in the world." "Yes, but there are not plenty of people in the Romagna with a lame foot and a sabre-cut across the cheek and a left arm injured like yours, and the combination of blue eyes with such dark colouring." "The eyes don't matter; I can alter them with belladonna." "You can't alter the other things. No, it won't do.