“What’s the game,” enquired the Sergeant.
“Two-one,” said Joe.
“One’s all,” said the soldier.
“I tell ee what,” remarked Joe, “if I was going to list, there’s no man as I’d liefer list wi than you, Mr. Sergeant.”
“Domino!” said the Sergeant, “that’s one to us, partner!”
Then they shuffled the dominoes and commenced again. But at this moment the full figure of Mr. Bumpkin again stood in the doorway.
“Joe!” he exclaimed angrily, “I want thee, come ere thirecly, I tell ee!”
“Yes, maister; I be comin.”
“You stoopid fool!” said Mr. Bumpkin in a whisper, as Joe went up to him, “thee be playin with thic feller.”
“Well, maister, if I be; what then?” Joe said this somewhat angrily, and Mr. Bumpkin replied:—