“There,” said the captain, advancing, “you have your damper, and there’s another sixpence for you. Now go.”
The black ceased eating, and looked at the little piece of silver.
“What for tickpence?” he said.
“For you—for your gin.”
“Hey, Shanter no got gin. Gin not have tickpence.” He shook his head, and went on eating.
“Very well then; good-night. Now go.”
“Go ’long?”
“Yes. Be off!”
The black nodded and laughed.
“Got tickpence—got damper. No couldn’t tick a knifum in Shanter. Go ’long—be off!”