“Thou get me summat to eat and drink, and then I’ll tell thee what I want.”
His tone was not to be disputed. He was a desperate man, and Laycock obeyed him.
“Thou told me thou would go abroad.”
“I meant to go abroad, but I didn’t. I got drunk and lost my brass. Thou’ll hev to give me some more. I’ll go clean off this time.”
“I’ve got none to give thee.”
“Varry well, then I’ll hev to be took up; and if I’m sent to York Castle, thou’lt hev lodgings varry close to me. Mak’ up thy mind to that, Bill Laycock.”
“I didn’t kill Clough, and thou can’t say I did.”
Bingley did not answer. He sat munching his bread and casting evil glances every now and then at his wretched entertainer.
“What does ta want?”
“Thou hed better give me a fresh suit o’ clothes; these are fair worn out—and L20. I’ll be i’ Hull early to-morrow, and I’ll tak’ t’ varry first ship I can get.”