"Kim up ... you!"
It was the voice of the police.
He turned over with a whimper and lifted up his head, only to drop it instantly. He had been blinded by the glare of a lantern held six inches from his eyes.
"Well, damn me," a great, roaring voice surged into his ears. "Here, Ike!"
"What's up now?" said a second voice, roaring like the first.
"Come and look at this."
The boy dug his head into the sacks.
"What's up?" said voice the second.
"What about it? Must ha' got in at Blackhampton."
"Well, damn me."