"You see, sir, that what I told you was the simple truth. These mischievous boys have made all the trouble."
"Well," replied Garretson, "as the old story has it, 'who breaks, pays,' and he must suffer for it."
In his hand he carried a small cane, which he raised to strike Tommy, but the latter did not at all relish the prospect of a caning.
He ducked his head, and darting past the young man, gained the head of the kitchen stairs, down which he ran, emerging soon afterward in the street.
His quick eye soon detected Bobsey, who had climbed to the top of a lamp-post to get a better view of what was going on inside.
When he heard Tommy's voice calling him, he descended from his elevated position and joined him.
"What shall we do now?" inquired Tommy.
"Don't you want to get 'ome again?" asked Bobsey.
"Nothing I should like so much, but where's the money to come from?"
"Come on with me, right away, and we'll 'ave a good try of it anyhow. I've got a few shillings to live on vile we're looking for a ship, and I reckon ve'll be foolish to hang about 'ere hany longer, as that cop hon the door-step looks has hif he vas seeking for hus."