James. Oh no! of course not! What's that in yer fist now? (Catches BILL'S hand, and forces it open.) There!
BILL drops his stool on JAMES'S foot, throws up the coin, catches
it with his other hand, and puts it in his mouth.
Tho. Theighur! Theighur! The like ov that! Aw're agooin wi' a thief—aw wur!
Bill. Never you mind, daddy. It wur guv to me.
James. That's what they allus says, sir.—You come along.—I'd be obliged to you, sir, if you would come too, and say you saw him.
Tho. Nay! aw connot say aw seigh him steyle it.
James. You saw it in his hand.
Tho. Yigh! aw did.
Bill. It wis guv to me, I tell ye.
James. Honest boy, this one! Looks like it, don't he, sir? What do you think of yourself, you young devil, a decoying of a grey-haired old gen'leman like this? Why, sir, him an' his pals 'ud ha' taken every penny you had about you! Murdered you, they might—I've knowed as much. It's a good thing I 'appened on the spot.—Come along, you bad boy!