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Oh, my crikey! breakfast for ten, and you 'ollerin' for more! And now you "can't 'most tell"! Blow me, if it ain't enough to make a man write an insultin' letter to Gawd! You dror it mild, John Dyvis; don't 'andle me; I'm dyngerous.
But as for John Dyvis, let him look out! He struck me the first night aboard, and I never took a blow yet but wot I gave as good. Let him knuckle down on his marrow-bones and beg my pardon. That's my last word." "I stand by the captain," said Herrick. "That makes us two to one, both good men; and the crew will all follow me.
'Well, you'll never get no more of it that's one thing, said Davis, gravely. ''Ere! wot's wrong with you, Dyvis? Coppers 'ot? Well, look at me! I ain't grumpy, said Huish; 'I'm as plyful as a canary-bird, I am. 'Yes, said Davis, 'you're playful; I own that; and you were playful last night, I believe, and a damned fine performance you made of it. ''Allo! said Huish. ''Ow's this?
"Gentlemen," said the captain, after a pause, and with very much the air of a chairman opening a board meeting, "we're sold." Huish broke out in laughter. "Well, if this ain't the 'ighest old rig!" he cried. "And Dyvis 'ere, who thought he had got up so bloomin' early in the mornin'! We've stolen a cargo of spring water! O, my crikey!" and he squirmed with mirth.
Davis sat like one bemused; it might even have been doubted if he heard, but the voice of the clerk rang about the cabin like that of a cormorant among the ledges of the cliff. 'That will do, Huish, said Herrick. 'Oh, so you tyke his part, do you? you stuck-up sneerin' snob! Tyke it then. Come on, the pair of you. But as for John Dyvis, let him look out!
Drink besides, as it renders some men hyper-sensitive, made Huish callous. And it would almost have required a blow to make him quit his purpose. "Pretty business, ain't it?" he continued; "Dyvis on the lush? Must say I thought you gave it 'im A1 to-day. He didn't like it a bit; took on hawful after you were gone. 'Ere, says I, ''old on, easy on the lush, I says.
Look at me, Dyvis, there ain't any shilly-shally about me. I'm gyme, that's wot I am: gyme all through." The captain looked at him. Huish sat there preening his sinister vanity, glorying in his precedency in evil; and the villainous courage and readiness of the creature shone out of him like a candle from a lantern. Dismay and a kind of respect seized hold on Davis in his own despite.
J. L. Huish, to l'y before you my proposals, and w'ich by their moderytion, will, I trust, be found to merit your attention. Mr. J. L. Huish is entirely unarmed, I swear to Gawd! and will 'old 'is 'ands over 'is 'ead from the moment he begins to approach you. I am your fytheful servant, John Dyvis."
To spell his pronunciation Dyvis is to burlesque it slightly, but that is as near as it can be given phonetically. Several other words containing a long a were sounded by him in the same way, and to my ear the rest of his speech had a related eccentricity. I am told that other men educated in certain Philadelphia schools have a similar diction, but at that time many of Mr.
It is hard to say how Davis might have taken this defiance; but he was diverted to a fresh assailant. "Well," drawled Huish, "you're a plummy captain, ain't you? You're a blooming captain! Don't you set up any of your chat to me, John Dyvis: I know you now; you ain't any more use than a blooming dawl! O, you 'don't know, don't you? O, it 'gets you, do it? O, I dessay!
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