"— Jolly, Mr Dedalus said. Who is it?
— O, Father Cowley said. A certain gombeen man of our acquaintance.
— With a broken back, is it? Mr Dedalus asked.
— The same, Simon, Father Cowley answered. Reuben of that ilk. I'm just waiting for Ben Dollard. He's going to say a word to long John to get him to take those two men off. All I want is a little time.
He looked with vague hope up and down the quay, a big apple bulging in his neck.
— I know, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Poor old bockedy Ben! He's always doing a good turn for someone. Hold hard!
He put on his glasses and gazed towards the metal bridge an instant.
— Here he is, by God, he said, arse and pockets." (U10.889)