"He's crowding all sail for Tiger Bay," said he. "I shouldn't care to follow him there. Here's a Peeler."
"Come along, Jim," said Thomas. "Don't stand here all the night."
"Why you ain't afraid o' the place, are you, guv'nor?"
Thomas tried to laugh, but he did not enjoy the allusion—in the presence of a third person especially.
"Well, good-night," said Jim to his acquaintance.
"By the way," he resumed, "do you know the figure of Potts's ken?"
"What Potts? I don't know any Potts."
"Yes you do. Down somewhere about Lime 'us, you know. We saw him that night—"
Here Jim whispered his companion, who answered aloud:
"Oh, yes, I know. Let me see. It's the Marmaid, I think. You ain't a-going there, are you?"