“Vy, vot could ’ee do?”
“’Ee? ’ee’s the very man for movin’ people on, yer knows; ’ee’l be hable to run yer in to the train yet.”
POLICEMAN XPRESS.
They all hurried across to the policeman, and begged him to take them on.
“Do you see anything green in my eye?” said he.
“Sometimes,” said Jaques, “when you wink.”
“Then you won’t this time,” said he. “Don’t you know that I’m a fixed signal? If I were to leave here, I shouldn’t be found when I was wanted.”
“Just like other policemen,” said the guard, “so that wouldn’t make no difference. Come, don’t be a fool; take us on.”
“Couldn’t we go by special train?” said Norval, who was by way of being very knowing about railways.
“Special train be blowed!” said the guard; “let’s go by special constable. We’ll soon hovertake the train by p’liceman Xpress.”