Here, can't ye len' a hond? Dom it, I'd ha' dean it if all my boans were brokken. 'Here! cried Nicholas, staggering to his feet, 'I'm ready. I'm only a little abroad, that's all. 'Hoold 'em toight, cried the guard, 'while ar coot treaces. Hang on tiv'em sumhoo. Well deane, my lod. That's it. Let'em goa noo. Dang 'em, they'll gang whoam fast eneaf!