RANKIN. I don't know.

DRINKWATER. Gawdn, gavner, Gawdn. Gawdn o Kawtoom--stetcher
stends in Trifawlgr Square to this dy. Trined Bleck Pakeetow in
smawshin hap the slive riders, e did. Promist Gawdn e wouldn't
never smaggle slives nor gin, an (with suppressed aggravation)
WOWN'T, gavner, not if we gows dahn on ahr bloomin bended knees
to im to do it.

RANKIN (drily). And DO ye go down on your bended knees to him to
do it?

DRINKWATER (somewhat abashed). Some of huz is hanconverted men,
gavner; an they sy: You smaggles wanne thing, Kepn; waw not
hanather?

RANKIN. We've come to it at last. I thought so. Captain
Brassbound is a smuggler.

DRINKWATER. Weoll, waw not? Waw not, gavner? Ahrs is a Free Tride
nition. It gows agin us as Hinglishmen to see these bloomin
furriners settin ap their Castoms Ahses and spheres o hinfluence
and sich lawk hall owver Arfricar. Daown't Harfricar belong as
much to huz as to them? thet's wot we sy. Ennywys, there ynt naow
awm in ahr business. All we daz is hescort, tourist HOR
commercial. Cook's hexcursions to the Hatlas Mahntns: thet's hall
it is. Waw, it's spreadin civlawzytion, it is. Ynt it nah?

RANKIN. You think Captain Brassbound's crew sufficiently equipped
for that, do you?