Paying Off - Deep Waters, Part 2. by W. W. Jacobs
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"That's neither 'ere nor there," ses the skip-per. "The watchman has
lost twenty-five quid belonging to one o' my men. The question is, wot is he going to do about it?" "Nothing," I ses. "I didn't ask 'im to let me mind the box. He done it of 'is own free will. It's got nothing to do with me." "Oh, hasn't it?" ses the skipper, drawing 'imself up. "I don't want to be too 'ard on you, but at the same time I can't let my man suffer. I'll make it as easy as I can, and I order you to pay 'im five shillings a week till the twenty-five pounds is cleared off." I laughed; I couldn't 'elp it. I just stood there and laughed at 'im. "If you don't," ses the skipper, "then I shall lay the facts of the case afore the guv'nor. Whether he'll object to you being in a pub a mile away, taking care of a box of gold while you was supposed to be taking care of the wharf, is his bisness. My bisness is to see that my man 'as 'is rights." "'Ear, 'ear !" ses the crew. "You please yourself, watchman," ses the skipper. "You're such a clever man that no doubt you could get a better job to-morrow. There must be 'eaps of people wanting a man like you. It's for you to decide. That's all I've got to say--five bob a week till pore George 'as got 'is money back, or else I put the case afore the guv'nor. Wot did you say?" I said it agin, and, as 'e didn't seem to understand, I said it once more. |
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