"I believe you fooled me about that man being rowed out to the tramp. Anyhow the tramp's here, put back for something I suppose, and I'm going to board her before she leaves again, and question the skipper. I particularly want you to row me out because I mean to tell him who gave me the information while you are alongside," said Hackler.
"Now I call that nice of you," said Brack. "Here I gives you the best tip I can and you want to get me into trouble if it's correct. I did my best for yer, Mr. Hackler, on my honor."
"Will you row me out?" said Hackler impatiently.
"What's it worth?"
"Five shillings."
"I'll be with you in a minute," said Brack. "I'll just tell mother."
"Let her know her little boy is going out in good company," said Hackler.
"I'll tell her who I'm goin' with, then she can judge for herself, whether the company's good or bad," replied Brack.
Hackler laughed as he said: "You're a smart chap, Brack."
"Am I? Then perhaps you can find me a job out your way."