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"Rat, O! Rat, O! Get that rat out o' the fire, old man."
"Don't burn 'em! Don't burn 'em!"
"Another snider, O!"
"The blasted jumper won't work."
"Oil they tongs a bit."
"Pizen that rat in the fire."
"Go to the boneyard and dig Smamer up, and fetch he back."
"What the h.e.l.l are ya talking about? Don't you never spile one?"
"Hair off! Hair off!"
"Don't get your bracers twisted."
"Tell him off, kid."
"I'll put my hand in your mouth directly."
"You're the finest worm I've ever seen."
"Come on here, and not so much of your old buck!"
"Get out of the road, and let Pep have a try."
"d.a.m.n well get away from here! Who the h.e.l.l can hot iron with you about?
Your face is enough to spoil anything."
"Get 'em hot! Get 'em hot!"
"Get hold of that lever, you reptile!"
"I've seen better things than you crawling on cabbages."
"How's that? Will that do for you?"
_Whizz. Slap._
"Get that muck out o' your fire."
"Hit him hard! Right up."
_Bang, bang, bang. Knock._
"Keep off the top!"
"You said right up."
"Shut some of that steam off."
"Steam's all right."
"Shut it off, I tell you!"
"Shut it off yourself! Mind the tongs, or you'll get it."
_Bang, bang, bang, bang._
"Don't answer me back or I'll flatten you out."
"Nothing's never right for you. You ought to be in a bigger town."
"Tool up, there!"
"Rope's off the wheel, mate!"
"Shut the blasted wind off."
"He's cut all to pieces."
"Tha's knockin' the top. I told you of it. I shall ast the gaffer for another mate. This'll take us till dinner-time. Go and get the spanners, and ast Sid for a new rope, and look sharp about it!"
"Now, Laudy! Wake up with you! We shan't earn d.a.m.n salt."
"I don't trouble. I can't help it."
"Well! Come on, then."
"Tongs won't hold 'em."
"Get another pair."
"Which uns?"
"There's plenty more about."
"I'm sick o' this job."
"You don't like work."
"'Cause you're so fond of it!"
"Don't waste them ends off. They won't fill up as it is."
"I reckon the fella as started work ought to come back and finish it."
