You've made a hash of it, eh ?' 'Michael made a hash of it,' said Morris, flushing dark.
'What have we got to do with that ?' enquired John.
'He has lost the body, that's what we have to do with it,' cried Morris.
'He has lost the body, and the death can't be established.' 'Hold on,' said John.

'I thought you didn't want to ?' 'O, we're far past that,' said his brother.

'It's not the tontine now, it's the leather business, Johnny; it's the clothes upon our back.' 'Stow the slow music,' said John, 'and tell your story from beginning to end.' Morris did as he was bid.
'Well, now, what did I tell you ?' cried the Great Vance, when the other had done.

'But I know one thing: I'm not going to be humbugged out of my property.' 'I should like to know what you mean to do,' said Morris.
'I'll tell you that,' responded John with extreme decision.

'I'm going to put my interests in the hands of the smartest lawyer in London; and whether you go to quod or not is a matter of indifference to me.' 'Why, Johnny, we're in the same boat!' expostulated Morris.
'Are we ?' cried his brother.