"'Alf a mo, sir," protested Monkey Brand. "Let me fill me bottle first."
He looked up at the young man with extraordinary cunning.
"Ever know'd a monkey get squiffy?" he asked confidentially. "No. Nor me neever."
CHAPTER XLIV
Monkey Brand Gets the Sack
Joses was lying on his bed in the gray of dawn, looking curiously livid, when somebody whistled beneath his window.
He rose and looked out.
Monkey was standing morosely in the garden underneath.
The fat man beckoned him in, and returned to his bed.
The little jockey entered.