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Updated: June 24, 2025
I'll walk behind you and rest this gun-barrel on your shoulder, p'inting forward so. Keep your lantern well up so's I can see things ahead of you good. I'm going to march in on Noakes and take him and jug the other chaps. If you flinch well, you know me." "Ay-ay, sir."
"Lots of them! ay-ay!" Barto took him by the shoulder and pressed him into his seat till he howled, saying, "Now, there's a slate and a pencil. Expect me at the end of two hours, this time. Next time it will be four: then eight, then sixteen. Find out how many hours that will be at the sixteenth examination."
Each time they draw their breath they utter an articulate cry of "ay-ay," which ends in a sound rising from deep in the chest, but shrill like the note of a fife. After staggering to the pile of ore, they emptied the "carpacho;" in two or three seconds recovering their breath, they wiped the sweat from their brows, and apparently quite fresh descended the mine again at a quick pace.
I'll walk behind you and rest this gun-barrel on your shoulder, p'inting forward so. Keep your lantern well up so's I can see things ahead of you good. I'm going to march in on Noakes and take him and jug the other chaps. If you flinch well, you know me." "Ay-ay, sir."
Feet scuffled overhead, and some one called down the hatch, "Eight bells, starbow-lines ahoy!" Davie's deep voice replied sonorously, "Ay-ay!" And one after another we climbed out on deck, where the wind from the sea blew cool on our faces.
"Ay-ay," said the monkeys, "let us tie a stone to his waist and drown him in the lake." The turtle cried and begged them to spare him, but the monkeys did not know that the water was the cause of his living, for it was his home. They threw him in the lake and when they had watched a long time, they saw him float on the water and he was holding a large fish.
"Ay-ay, mine goot friend," said the German, "here it is my pair of what you call saddlebag; one side will be for you, one side for me; I will put dem on my horse to save you de trouble, as you are old man." "Have you a horse here, then?" asked Edie Ochiltree. "O yes, mine friend tied yonder by de stile," responded the adept.
"If you mean the celebrated coiner, Jacques Giraumont, he waits without. You know our rules. I cannot admit him without leave." "Bon! we give it, eh, messieurs?" said Gawtrey. "Ay-ay," cried several voices. "He knows the oath, and will hear the penalty." "Yes, he knows the oath," replied Birnie, and glided back. In a moment more he returned with a small man in a mechanic's blouse.
"Ay-ay any school-boy could have told that, which is the first form learning. But what the devil can 'Nom. nullus, nulla, nullum; Gen. nullius, nullius, nullius, have to do with Mr. Thomas Wychecombe, the nephew and heir of the present baronet?"
Each time they draw their breath, they utter an articulate cry of "ay-ay," which ends in a sound rising from deep in the chest, but shrill like the note of a fife. After staggering to the pile of ore, they emptied the "carpacho;" in two or three seconds recovering their breath, they wiped the sweat from their brows, and apparently quite fresh descended the mine again at a quick pace.
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