and the stuff we brought with us, that's two pound twelve.
That publican didn't do so bad out of us in two hours."

We wondered how much the driver got out of it, but thought it best
not to ask him.

. . . . .

We didn't say much for the rest of the journey. There was the usual man
who thought as much and knew all about it from the first,
but he wasn't appreciated. We suppressed him. One or two
wanted to go back and "stoush" that landlord, and the driver
stopped the coach cheerfully at their request; but they said
they'd come across him again and allowed themselves to be persuaded out of it.
It made us feel bad to think how we had allowed ourselves
to be delayed, and robbed, and had sneaked round on tiptoe,
and how we had sat on the inoffensive Pilgrim and his mate,
and all on account of a sick wife who didn't exist.

The coach arrived at Dead Camel in an atmosphere of mutual
suspicion and distrust, and we spread ourselves over the train and departed.




A Gentleman Sharper and Steelman Sharper



Steelman and Smith had been staying at the hotel for several days