“‘A woman can break it better,’ ses ’er ’usband.
“‘Tell us wot?’ ses Ginger, very snappish.
“Ted Reddish cleared ’is throat.
“‘It wasn’t our fault,’ he ses, slowly, while Mrs. Reddish began to cry agin; ‘gin’rally speak-in’, animals is afraid o’ wild men, and night before last, as the wild man wot you left on approval didn’t seem to like “’Appy Cottage,” we took ’im out an’ put ’im in with the tiger.’
“‘Put him in with the WOT?’ ses the unfort’nit man’s uncle, jumping off ’is chair.
“‘The tiger,’ ses Reddish. ‘We ’eard something in the night, but we thought they was only ’aving a little bit of a tiff, like. In the morning I went down with a bit o’ cold meat for the wild man, and I thought at first he’d escaped; but looking a little bit closer—’
“‘Don’t, Ted,’ ses ’is wife. ‘I can’t bear it.’
“‘Do you mean to tell me that the tiger ’as eat ’im?’ screams old Sam.
“‘Most of ’im,’ ses Ted Reddish; ‘but ’e couldn’t ha’ been much of a wild man to let a tiger get the better of ’im. I must say I was surprised.’
“‘We both was,’ ses Mrs. Reddish, wiping ’er eyes.