It is for me to fill your cups again, since you have drained them to my dear lads of the white jerkin.
"Aye, lads, it was that," said a deep voice from behind Alleyne's shoulder.
Lads of Zuñi took my egg and hatched it under a turkey hen, at the Ant Hill.
Never seed nothin' like that afore—no, lads, not in all my life.
The commodore commended us, and called out, "that is ...