I ain't, so we'll try this way." "Yes, Yes, I'll see to Mose.

Now, bring on a rail, there's a good fellow.

I've got a horrid cramp in my legs," began Sam, thinking he had bought help dearly, yet admiring Ben's cleverness in making the most of his chance.
Ben brought the rail, but, just as he was about to lay it from the main-land to the nearest tussock, he stopped, saying, with the naughty twinkle in his black eyes again, "One more little thing must be settled first, and then I'll get you ashore.

Promise you won't plague the girls either, 'specially Bab and Betty.

You pull their hair, and they don't like it." "Don't neither! Wouldn't touch that Bab for a dollar; she scratches and bites like a mad cat," was Sam's sulky reply.
"Glad of it; she can take care of herself.