'arder with 'im."

"But I do mind," ses Lewis, shouting. "I'll be even with you for this,
Bob Pretty. I'll make you feel it. You wait till I've done with you.
You'll get a month extra for this, you see if you don't."

"Don't you mind about me," ses Bob; "you run off 'ome and cover up them
legs of yours. I found that sack, so my conscience is clear."

Lewis put on 'is coat and waistcoat and set off, and Mr. Cutts and Smith,
arter feeling about for a dry place, set theirselves down and began to
smoke.

"Look 'ere," ses Bob Pretty, "I'm not going to sit 'ere all night to
please you; I'm going off 'ome. If you want me you'll know where to find
me."

"You stay where you are," ses Mr. Cutts. "We ain't going to let you out
of our sight."

"Very well, then, you take me 'ome," ses Bob. "I'm not going to catch my
death o' cold sitting 'ere. I'm not used to being out of a night like
you are. I was brought up respectable."

"I dare say," ses Mr. Cutts. "Take you 'ome, and then 'ave one o' your
mates come and get the sack while we're away."

Then Bob Pretty lost 'is temper, and the things 'e said about Mr. Cutts
wasn't fit for Smith to 'ear. He threw 'imself down at last full length
on the ground and sulked till the day broke.