That’s so.

JIM (_wheeling round_):
The devil!

BELL:
Nay: not yet: all in good time.
But I question they’ll wait till ten o’clock: they seemed
Impatient for your company, deuce kens why:
But then, what’s one man’s meat ...

JIM:
What’s that you say?

BELL:
They seemed dead-set ... You needn’t jump like that:
I haven’t got the bracelets in my pocket.

JIM:
And who the hell are you? and what do you mean?

BELL:
You’ve seen my face before.

JIM:
Ay--ay ... I’ve seen it:
But I don’t ken your name. You dog my heels:
I’ve seen your face ... I saw it on that night--
That night ... and sink me, but I saw it last
In the bar at Bellingham: your eyes were on me.