"Why, gents like yourselves, with plenty of brass."
"I see, and for that reason you want us to take your cab, eh? You want a soft line, too."
"Oh! I don't mean it that way. You see, a soft line is when a fellow pays his cabby a sov., instead of a bob."
"But these sort are scarce now, Terence?"
"I don't know about that. That fellow, Dick, allus seems to spot 'em. Why look at that chap Wyck who——"
"Are you a mate of Dick's?"
"Well, you see, we go for a booze sometimes together."
"Come on! Drive us to Tattersall's stables."
"Right you are, boss," answered Terence, as he mounted the box, and cracking his whip, drove them quickly to the stables.
"Drive right in, Terence," shouted Hal.