"Who lives here?"
"Him wot give him his writing, and give me half a bull," says Jo in a whisper, without looking over his shoulder.
"Go on to the next."
Krook's house. Jo stops again. A longer pause.
"Who lives here!"
"He lived here," Jo answers as before.
After a silence, he is asked "In which room?"
"In the back room up there. You can see the winder from this corner. Up there! That's where I see him stritched out. This is the public ouse where I was took to."
"Go on to the next!"
It is a longer walk to the next; but, Jo relieved of his first suspicions, sticks to the terms imposed upon him, and does not look round. By many devious ways, reeking with offense of many kinds, they come to the little tunnel of a court, and to the gas-lamp (lighted now), and to the iron gate.