"So you'll follow me—even here, will you?"
"Why for sure, Nick, for sure I'll follow you to——"
"My name's Joe, curse you!"
"Then 'Joe' we'll make it, Nick. And I foller ye for the sake o' past merry days, Joey, and—a guinea now and then, pal."
The Sergeant, who had risen, sat down again.
"Blackmail, eh?" snarled Joseph.
"Don't go for to be 'arsh, Joey lad—a guinea, come! Or shall I ax 'ee, here afore your fine pals to pipe us a chaunt o' the High Toby——"
"Hold your dirty tongue you——"
"A guinea, pal—say a guinea, come!"
"Take it and be damned!"