"Dooant yo know who aw am," he sputtered aght, "Awm Slinger, yo know
me."

"Bith mass it is Slinger," said Jim,--"its noabdy else," whativer has ta
been dooin to get into a mess like this? Tha may thank thy stars tha
worn't burnt to th' deeath."

"Well aw dooant know 'at it means mich whether a chap's burnt or draand,
but awther on 'em befoor being smoord,--did iver ony body see sich a
seet as aw am?"

"Why tha luks like a sheep heead wi brain sauce tem'd over it, said
one."

"He needn't carry a scent bottle wi' him, they'll be able to smell him
withaat," said another.

"Ha shall aw have to get clean," says Slinger. "Aw can't goa hooam this
pictur?"

"Tha'll have to get sombdy to scrape thi daan, unless tha thinks tha's
getten enuff o'th' scrape tha'rt in already;--but aw think tha'd better
goa hooam to th' wife an' tell her tha's comed."

"He's noa need to do that, if shoo's ought of a nooas sho'll find it
aght.

"Well if this is what comes o' being a bobby aw'll drop it, but for
gooidness sake lads, niver split for aw'st niver hear th' last o' this