"What had you been doing?"
"I never took anything; but I found a lot of old things among the rubbish, and I showed them to Jackson. Well, they asked him if anybody had been with him; and he said 'no.'"
"That was all right," Sally said. "I like Jackson."
"But then the man he'd been dealing with said Jackson had talked about his 'mate.' And they knew that was me. And I ... told 'em a tale."
"I bet!" cried Sally, scornfully. "And got caught in it, too. Badly!"
"Well, they fired us both yesterday, and said we was lucky they didn't prosecute."
"Did they pay you? What you going to do now?"
"I dunno." Toby stared stubbornly before him. "Get something else, I suppose. Jackson's going for a sailor. Guess I'll do that, too."
"Go for a sailor?" demanded Sally, with a heart that went dump into her boots. "What d'you want to do that for?"
"I'd be with Jackson, see, if I went for a sailor."