"Will yer? Two can play at that gyme!"
Goliath massive and monumental came along at that moment. He looked at Bill.
"Looking for trouble, mate?" he asked.
"Section 4's shouting the odds, as usual," Bill replied.
"Come along to the Canal and have a bath; it will cool your temper."
"Will it?" said Bill as he came along with us somewhat reluctantly towards the Canal banks.
"What does shouting the odds mean?" I asked him.
"Chewin' the rag," he answered.
"And that means——"
"Kicking up a row and lettin' every one round you know," said Bill. "That's what shoutin' the blurry odds means."