Think how long we've known each other ever since we were children almost now haven't we, Tony?" "Yes, that we have," says Tony, a-struck with the truth o't. "And you've never seen anything in me to complain of, have ye, Tony? Now tell the truth to me?" "I never have, upon my life," says Tony. "And can you say I'm not pretty, Tony? Now look at me!"
If that gust had a-struck us aback our masts would have gone sartin, and it's a toss-up but what we'd a-gone down starn fust afore she'd a-backed round. Next day we giv' old Wiggins a funeral fit for the Emperor of Rooshy, and he well desarved it.