"Yes, I seen him.—But 'arf a mo'!"
Scottie turned into the pawnbroker's, under the three balls, and the boys followed.
"If y' sees what y' didn't oughta see, keep y' mouth shut."
"As a dead crab," assented Jack.
"Now then, Unde! What'll y' advance on that pair o' bran new boots I've just bought?"
"Two bob."
"Glory be. An' I just give twenty for 'em. Ne' mind, gimme th' ticket."
This transaction concluded, Jack wondered what he could pawn. He pulled out a front tooth, beautifully set in a gold plate. It had been a parting finish to his colonial outfit, the original tooth having been lost in a football scrum.
"Father Abraham," he said, holding up the tooth, "I'm a gentleman whether I look it or not. So is my friend this gentleman. He needs a dress suit for tonight, though you wouldn't believe it. He needs a first-class well-fitting dress suit for this evening."
"I have first-class latest fashion gents' clothes upstairs. But a suit like that is worth five pound to me."