"Wot?"
"Not Turnips."
"Why not?"
"Why, sir, 'cos they have Tops."
"Not when they're mashed, Turley, wi' butter, or dripping for cheapness."
CHAPTER XVII
DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND
Unconscious of the bo'sun's melancholy reflections, Jack was hurrying toward the village. There he again hired the gig, and drove once more over the same road, leaving Middleton so as to reach the neighborhood of Luscombe about dusk. With him he took the iron steps.
He made his way with great caution to Gumley's cottage. This time he did not hail the old sailor from the roadway, but got over the fence and tapped at the window. When he was admitted, he announced without preliminary the object of his visit.
"I want you to come and lend a hand, Gumley."