He stood for a moment shaking his 'ead at them, and then, still holding
it very 'igh, he turned round and walked out.

"He never left no money on the mantelpiece," ses Sam Jones, at last.

"Don't you believe it. You go to jail, Henery."

"Anything sooner than be done by Bob Pretty," ses George Kettle.

"There's not much doing now, Henery," ses Bill Chambers, in a soft voice.

Henery Walker wouldn't listen to 'em, and he jumped up and carried on
like a madman. His idea was for 'em all to club together to pay the
money, and to borrow it from Smith, the landlord, to go on with. They
wouldn't 'ear of it at fust, but arter Smith 'ad pointed out that they
might 'ave to go to jail with Henery, and said things about 'is license,
they gave way. Bob Pretty was just starting off to see Policeman White
when they took the money, and instead o' telling 'im wot they thought of
'im, as they 'ad intended, Henery Walker 'ad to walk alongside of 'im and
beg and pray of 'im to take the money. He took it at last as a favor to
Henery, and bought the hamper back with it next morning--cheap.
Leastways, he said so.