"Well, in a manner of speakin', about twenty things has happened at once.

Lads, my spirits and emotions are in a fair Chinese tornado--every which way at once.

In the first place, I'm seventy-five dollars poorer than I was last night; in the second, poor old Skipper's been given some kind av poison that's made him so sick I doubt he'll get over it." "You've been robbed ?" gasped Merritt.
"That's it, my lad.

That's the word.

My poor old safe's been scuttled and her hold overhauled.