The Blue Lagoon - A Romance - Book I

"He was a Troll," murmured the Dutch voice.

"I'm tellin' you he was a Leprachaun, and there's no knowin' the divilments he'd be up to. He'd pull the cabbidge, maybe, out of the pot boilin' on the fire forenint your eyes, and baste you in the face with it; and thin, maybe, you'd hold out your fist to him, and he'd put a goulden soverin in it."

"Wisht he was here!" murmured a voice from a bunk near the knightheads.

"Pawthrick," drawled the voice from the hammock above, "what'd you do first if you found y'self with twenty pound in your pocket?"

"What's the use of askin' me?" replied Mr Button. "What's the use of twenty pound to a sayman at say, where the grog's all wather an' the beef's all horse? Gimme it ashore, an' you'd see what I'd do wid it!"

"I guess the nearest grog-shop keeper wouldn't see you comin' for dust," said a voice from Ohio.

"He would not," said Mr Button; "nor you afther me. Be damned to the grog and thim that sells it!"

"It's all darned easy to talk," said Ohio. "You curse the grog at sea when you can't get it; set you ashore, and you're bung full."

"I likes me dhrunk," said Mr Button, "I'm free to admit; an' I'm the divil when it's in me, and it'll be the end of me yet, or me ould mother was a liar. `Pat,' she says, first time I come home from say rowlin', `storms you may escape, an wimmen you may escape, but the potheen 'ill have you.' Forty year ago--forty year ago!"

"Well," said Ohio, "it hasn't had you yet."

"No," replied Mr Button, "but it will."