Mr. Bunion: That tide is going out. I'll toss this old thing in and let
Mr. Bunion: it go along, out to sea! It will come back I know, but not for a while.
Mr. Bunion: What, eh, is that? Huh! Where did that dog come from?
Mr. Bunion: Whose dog is that? He wan't here a minute ago! I was in hopes that I
Mr. Bunion: would be rid of that valise for awhile, at least. But no! He's going to fetch-
Mr. Bunion: it back to me at once. The tide would have taken it away out to sea
Mr. Bunion: someone should find it and bring it back in a week or two. Huh! Now! I get it back at once. Come on, you, poor, well
Mr. Bunion: meaning brute! You think you have done me a great favor but you haven't, no!