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"I can't help it."
"Yes you can help it, too! Shut some of that oil off."
"That won't make no difference."
"Wind off, mate! and hammer down. This is a bit too thick. Hey! Gaffer!
Are we expected to work in this?"
"That'll kill the worms in yer guts."
"I can't stand this. My head aches splittin'. I'm half-smothered."
"We don't care a d.a.m.n about the smoke, mate, as long as we can get the iron hot. 'Tis no worse for you than 'tis for the rest. If you don't like it you can stop out. There's plenty more to take yer place."
"That's all you get for your trouble! Wants the inspector in here. It's worse than bein' up the chimmuck. Go on, mate! Hammer up, Jim."
"He'll be all right directly, old man. He ain't got hot yet."
"Hot, be hanged! He ought to be dropped in the middle of the sea, and you along with him! The pair of you ought to be down with the _t.i.tanic_."
"Don't talk wet!"
"Come on, Laudy! and put some pieces in the fire."
"I ain't filled the lubricators yet."
"Ain't filled the lubricators! What ya bin at this half-hour?"
"G.o.d! Give us a chance."
"'Twill be breakfast-time before we makes a start."
"I wish 'tood be! I wants mine."
"What the h.e.l.l a' ya talkin' about?"
"Baa-a-a!"
"Now then! You knows what I told you! Get and put some pieces in the fire."
"Can't find my tongs now."
"Where did you leave 'em last night?"
"Chucked 'em down."
"What's this here?"
"That en' them."
"d.a.m.n well go and look for 'em then. You'll lose your head directly."
"Strike a light, mate! That key's in there tight."
"Look out! Hold that bar up."
"I wants the tongs first."
"I shan't hit you."
"I don' know so much."
"Come on! A couple o' blows'll do the trick."
"Not in these trousers!"
"Old Ernie's thinkin' about the Tango."
"The tangle, more likely."
"Don't you worry, mate!"
"Ya got him?"
"Right!"
_Slap, slap, slap._
"Whoa! Wait a minute. That hammer's comin' off."
"Hold him up."
"Is he s.h.i.+fted?"
"He's gone a bit, I think."
"Hold your hand the other side, and feel him."
"Now go on. Steady, mate!"
_Slap, slap._
"Ho! Hooray!"
"What did I tell you?"
"Everybody's doin' it, doin' it, doin' it."
