“That’s where I’m going,” said Master Jones, following.
“Better try and give ’im the slip, Sam,” said Mr. Legge, in a confidential whisper; “though it seems an unnatural thing to do.”
“Unnatural? What d’ye mean?” demanded his unfortunate friend. “Wot d’ye mean by unnatural?”
“Oh, if you’re going to talk like that, Sam,” said Mr. Legge, shortly, “it’s no good giving you advice. As you’ve made your bed, you must lay on it.”
“How long is it since you saw ’im last, matey?” inquired Mr. Green.
“I dunno; not very long,” replied the boy, cautiously.
“Has he altered at all since you see ’im last?” inquired the counsel for the defence, motioning the fermenting Mr. Brown to keep still.
“No,” said Billy, firmly; “not a bit.”
“Wot’s your name?”
“Billy,” was the reply.