I'll give you thirty pound a-year.' And I says, 'If Mr.Sam----' Hallo, there they are at it, hammer and tongs! Sharp work, that!" They both listened intensely.

They could hear, borne on the west wind, a distant dropping fire and a shouting.

The groom's eye began to kindle a bit, but Burnside, sitting yet upon his horse, grasped the lad's shoulder and cried, "God save us, suppose our men should be beaten!" "Suppose," said the groom, contemptuously shaking him off; "why, then you and I should get our throats cut." At this moment the noise of the distant fight breezed up louder than ever.
"They're beat back," said Burnside.

"I shall be off to Toonarbin, and give them warning.

I advise you to save yourself." "I was set to mind these here things," said Benjy, "and I'm a-going to mind 'em.