POTTED.
“What do you mean, you rascals?” said Mr Drayck.
“Means to pot you for breach of the pie-laws.”
“Where’s your warrant?” said Mr Drayck.
“Our pots is all Warrens,” said a constable, as they chucked him in.
“There,” said he, “you can commit breach of the peas in there if you like; they won’t split on you, for they’re all split already.”
“Take your seats,” shouted the guard (who had a whistle instead of a nose, and a big turnip fastened to his belt to tell the time by), as he ran up to the boys, “and mind you don’t get in right side first.”
“Why?” said Jaques.