"It'll turn out all right in th' end," he said.
"Oh, the devil it will! You always talk like a dog-hanged parson.
Don't tell me! I know--" At this time there was an interposition by the savage-minded lieutenant, who was obliged to vent some of his inward dissatisfaction upon his men.

"You boys shut right up! There no need 'a your wastin' your breath in long-winded arguments about this an' that an' th' other.
You've been jawin' like a lot 'a old hens.

All you've got t' do is to fight, an' you'll get plenty 'a that t' do in about ten minutes.

Less talkin' an' more fightin' is what's best for you boys.

I never saw sech gabbling jackasses." He paused, ready to pounce upon any man who might have the temerity to reply.