"Hast got that half quid in thy pocket?"
"What half quid?" said Charlie, defensively.
"Now then. Chuck us it over!" said Jos, suddenly harsh and overbearing.
"I laid thee half quid as it 'ud be a wench," said Charlie, doggedly.
"Thou'rt a liar, Charlie!" said Jos. "Thou laidst half a quid as it wasna' a boy."
"Nay, nay!" Charlie shook his head.
"And a boy it is!" Jos persisted.
"It being a lad and a wench," said Charlie, with a judicial air, "and me 'aving laid as it 'ud be a wench, I wins." In his accents and his gestures I could discern the mean soul, who on principle never paid until he was absolutely forced to pay. I could see also that Jos Myatt knew his man.
"Thou laidst me as it wasna' a lad," Jos almost shouted. "And a lad it is, I tell thee."
"And a wench!" said Charlie; then shook his head.