“‘Woman it is,’ says I. ‘One to me;’ and then I passes the brown over to Dick, and he spins up.
“‘Lovely woman,’ says I, and lovely woman it was.
“‘Blowed if here ain’t two Bobbies a tossin’,’ says one o’ them niste boys as yer meets with in London.
“Didn’t I feel savage, though I had won; and for a moment I almost wished it had been that werry young gentleman as we had to take. But my boy gives a grin and a hop, skip, and a jump, and then cuts behind a gentleman’s carriage as was passing, when the Johnny put out his foot and gave him a push, and down he goes into the mud”; which was, of course, pleasant to our outraged feelings, though it would have taken a great deal of mud to spoil that boy’s clothes.
“‘Now then, Dick,’ I says, ‘let’s be off.’
“‘Wot’s the hurry?’ says Dick, who was a thinking of the barrer, I could see.
“‘Oh, come on,’ I says; for, thinks I to myself, ‘you’re on the right hand side of the way, my boy.’
“So off we goes, till we comes to the well-known spot, and there stood my chap, a-doing a raging trade.
“‘Now then, young feller,’ I says, ‘you must move on.’
“‘What for?’ says he.