You're a river-driver, and you don't live here either," he continued.
"What've you got to say about it?
I've been coming and going here for ten years.

I belong--bagosh, what do you want to ask?
Hurry up.

We've got work to do.

We're going to raise hell in Lebanon." "And give hell to Ingolby," shouted some one in the crowd.
"Suppose Ingolby isn't there ?" questioned the old man.
"Oh, that's one of your questions, is it ?" sneered the big river-driver.
"Well, if you knew him as we do, you'd know that it's at night-time he sits studyin' how he'll cut Lebanon's throat.

He's home, all right.