So we come to say that if you can put us on to a job, why we're staying over the funeral, and a day's work or more after that won't hurt us one way or another." Mr.Raymond led them to the chancel and pointed out a new beam, on which he and Jacky Pascoe had been working a week past, and over which they had been cudgelling their brains how to get it lifted and fixed in place.
"I can send to one of the miners and borrow a couple of ladders." "Ladders?
Lord love ye, sir, and begging your pardon, we don't want ladders.

With a sling, Bill, hey ?--and a couple of tackles.
You leave it to we, sir." He went off to turn over the gear salved from his vessel, and early next forenoon had the apparatus rigged up and ready.

He was obliged to leave it at this point, having been summoned across to Falmouth to report to his agents.

His last words, before starting were addressed to his crew.

"I reckon you can fix it now, boys.