Pete Warboys seemed to forget the presence of Tom, and slouched forward, holding out his hand as he uttered a low hoarse “Ah!”
Sam re-opened his cigarette case and held it out.
“Take two,” he said; and Pete did so without hesitation, while Tom stood frowning. “Know how to smoke them?” said Sam.
“Ah!” growled Pete; and with a sly grin he took a little dirty black clay pipe from his pocket, and held it up before pulling one of the cigarettes to pieces and thrusting it in paper and all, without noticing that he had drawn something out with the pipe, to fall to the ground.
“Want a light?” said Sam; but Pete made no answer, merely pulling a box of matches out of his pocket and putting it back.
“Come along now,” said Tom, hesitating though as he spoke.
“Wait a minute. Like sixpence, joskin?”
“Ah!” replied Pete, showing a set of dirty teeth in a grin.
“Catch then,” said Sam, contemptuously tossing the coin through the air; but Pete was not active enough to seize it, and it fell amongst the herbage, and had to be searched for. “Got it?”
“Ah!” said Pete, with a grin. “Chuck us another.”