“‘Hush, be careful,’ ses Tom, with a wink; ‘that’s a prize-fighter.’
“‘Oh,’ ses Dodgy, grinning, ‘I thought it was a monkey.’
“You might ’ave heard a pin drop, and there was a pleasant feeling went all over us at the thought of the little fight we was going to see all to ourselves, as Joe lays down the jacket he was stitching at and just puts ’is little ’ead over the side o’ the bunk.
“‘Bill,’ he ses, yawning.
“‘Well,’ ses Bill, all on the grin like the rest of us.
“‘Who is that ’andsome, gentlemanly-looking young feller over there smoking a half-crown cigar?’ ses Joe.
“That’s a young gent wot’s come down to ’ave a look round,’ ses Tom, as Dodgy takes ’is cigar out of ’is mouth and looks round, puzzled.
“‘Wot a terror ’e must be to the gals, with them lovely little peepers of ’is,’ ses Joe, shaking ’is ’ead. ‘Bill!’
“‘Well,’ ses Bill, agin, as Dodgy got up.
“‘Take that lovely little gentleman and kick ’im up the fo’c’s’le ladder,’ ses Joe, taking up ’is jacket agin; ‘and don’t make too much noise over it, cos I’ve got a bit of a ’ead-ache, else I’d do it myself.’