“This ain't your knife,” said the big boy, and spat casually.
“I dropped it just now.”
“Findin's keepin's, I believe,” said the big boy.
“Nonsense,” I said. “Give me my knife.”
“'Ow many blades it got?”
“Three.”
“And what sort of 'andle?”
“Bone.”
“Got a corkscrew like?”
“Yes.”