a-poking

Updated: May 27, 2025

I sat up and scowled, whereupon he tucked the stick beneath an arm and stood viewing me, chin in hand. "You sleep mighty sound," says he, "here I've stood a-poking at ye with my stick, d'ye see, and you snore but the louder or was it groans?" "For the which poking I'm minded to throw you into the horse-pond " "Why, that's as may be!" says he, falling back a step. "But no offence, shipmate."

Jeffery Farnol - Black Bartlemy's Treasure