“But I am. It’s true. I’ve been a mucker to you from first to last.”
Ocky coughed; the water in the tank had given him a cold on the chest.
“I’m sure you haven’t. Anyhow, you’re going to be better now.”
“Going to try till I bust.”
As the cab lumbered out on to the Terrace a man saw it. He scratched his head, thought twice, then began to run and follow. Coming up behind he did what street-urchins do—he stole a ride on the springs, crouching low so as to be unobserved.
Cat’s Meat alone was aware that something wrong had happened. He felt the extra weight and halted.
“Kum up.”
He refused to come up.
“Kum up, won’t yer?”
No, he wouldn’t. He planted his feet firmly. There was something that had to be explained to him first.