“Asleep, young un?”
“No, Joe; I can’t get off nohow. I say, am I dreaming, or is all this true?”
“It is true, lad, quite true; and I suppose that you and I are going to be rich men.”
“Rich man and boy, Joe. I say: are you pleased?”
“More thankful than pleased, Dyke, for now, when we like, we can start for home.”
“Without feeling shamefaced and beaten, eh, Joe? Then I am glad. I didn’t quite know before, but I do know now; and we can make the old people at home happy, too, Joe.”
“As far as money can make them so, little un.”
“Hullo!” cried Dyke; “you are a bit happy after all, Joe.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You called me ‘little un’ just in your old way, and I can feel that, with all the worry and disappointment gone now, you’ll be able to get well.”