"I'd like to be 'longside o' some one I know out by 'Ampstead 'Eath," rejoined the other.
"I got a girl in Camden Town," said the First victoriously.
"I got kids—somewheres, I expect," rejoined the Second with a flourish of pride and self-assertion.
"Oh, a donah's enough for me!" returned the First.
"You'll come to the other when you don't look for it neither," declared his friend in a voice of fatality.
"You ain't the only fool in the world, mate, of course. But 'struth, I like this business better. You've got a good taste in your mouth in the morning 'ere."
"Well, I'll meet you on 'Ampstead 'Eath when the war is over, son," challenged the Second.
"I ain't 'opin' and I ain't prophesyin' none this heat," was the quiet reply. "We've got a bit o' hell in front of us yet. I'll talk to you when we're in Lordkop."
"I'll talk to your girl in Camden Town, if you 'appen to don't," was the railing reply.
"She couldn't stand it not but the once," was the retort; and then they struck each other with their fists in rough play, and laughed, and said good-night in the vernacular.