Now, I don't be for talkin'on them parts, they speak for'emselves, if they be speaking. Each man rattles his truth, won't be another spitting it for him.

( This, hastily, because be a fool who reckons himself the leader o'men, but for God so graced. And the last fellow who tried this may have earned himself mutiny, besides it.

But Mr. Eames drifts a little closer, tips in, as if to murmur his secrets: )

But me, I never was in me thoughts alone before. ( The hint, lad: accept it. )