"They'll nivver hang me--why I knowed--" "A-ah, av yer ivver did ye've fergot it intirely," Murphy squelched him pitilessly.
Mike gulped down a mouthful and took a swallow of muddy coffee.

"They better look out how they come around _me_," he threatened vaguely.
"They can't take me for a spy.

I'd git the lawyers after 'em, an' I'd make 'em trouble.

They wanta look out--I'd spend ivvery cent I make on lawyers an' courts if they took and hung me fer a spy.

I'd _lawsue_ 'em!" Murphy laughed.