Master" means to them, as "Mister" Haggin meant to Jerry, a deal more, and a great deal more, than it means to humans.
By word and sound, to Jerry, "Mister Haggin" had the same connotation that "God" has to God-worshipping humans.
And so, when Mister Haggin, or God, or call it what one will with the limitations of language, picked Jerry up with imperative abruptness, tucked him under his arm, and stepped into the whaleboat, whose black crew immediately bent to the oars, Jerry was instantly and nervously aware that the unusual had begun to happen.
Well, I seen pretty quick that Jerry thinks the world of Gentleman.
You see, Jerry Moore was one of these slow, simple fellers, and you could tell in a moment what a lot he thought of Gentleman.
It wasn't long before I begin to notice a change in Jerry.
When the oat-spry horse had hedged a little his first spurt of speed Jerry broke the lid of his cab and called down through the aperture in the voice of a cracked megaphone, trying to please:
The driver of one of them went and routed out Jerry asleep in his cab.
Jerry took her by the arm and led her into the police station.
As for Michael, he accepted, without surprise, the indubitable fact that Jerry had come back out of the Nothingness.
Instead of responding to Jerry, Michael sniffed and glanced about in quest of Steward.
Jerry patted me on the neck: "No, Jack, a shilling would not pay for that sort of thing, would it, old boy?
Although Jerry was determinedly set against hard driving, to please careless people, he always went a good fair pace, and was not against putting on the steam, as he said, if only he knew why.
exclaimed Jerry, recalling the Trial at which he had assisted.
Among the first of these volunteers was Jerry Cruncher himself, who modestly concealed his spiky head from the observation of Tellson's, in the further corner of the mourning coach.