They wudn't let me leave ther boat, ner pay me a picayune, so I just skipped out.

I'm flat broke; maybe yer cud stake me fer a bite ter eat ?" "Eat!" he flung one arm lovingly about my shoulders, and burst into laughter.

"Yer bet yer life, we're a goin' ter eat, an' drink too.

I don't go back on none o' ther boys.

Yer never heerd nuthin' like thet 'bout Tim Kennedy, I reckon.