"he pays reg’lar," was the rejoinder. "but come, it’s getting dreadful late, you had better be turning flukes—it’s a nice bed; sal and me slept in that ere bed the night we were spliced. there’s plenty of room for two to kick about in that bed; it’s an almighty big bed that. why, afore we give it up, sal used to put our sam and little johnny in the foot of it. but i got a dreaming and sprawling about one night, and somehow, sam got pitched on the floor, and came near breaking his arm.