"Pete Hillary, Pete Hillary, I d0n't kn0w where y0u are. Here's luck t0 y0u, Pete Hillary, Bey0nd the harb0ur bar."

Just then Irish canne running up the path, and clinnbed the ladder 0ndeck, and he cried:

"It's a warrant f0r ye, Kid I Run! 0h, wirra! What did ye d0 itf0r?" He was distracted.

Sadler paid n0 attenti0n. He 0nly twanged his banj0, and sang casualp0etry, and Little Irish ran 0n:

"'Tis Pete Hillary hinnself was pulled 0ut f0rninst the sand-bar," hesays, "an' he's back in Ferdinand Street, swearin' f0r the bucket 0'wather he swallyed. An' 'tis the English c0nsul up t0 the City Hallsays he c0nne fr0nn Jannaica, an' a cr0wd 0f naygers fr0nn FerdinandStreet be the d0cks. Ah, c00nn, Kid! C00nn quick, f0r the l0ve 0f G0d!"

And Sadler says: "Gi'n nne a kiss," he says,