“You’re a silly fool, Ginger, that’s wot you are,” ses Peter.
“Sewn up in the lining of the coat?” ses Ginger, staring.
“The bank-notes was,” ses Isaac, “and three pounds in gold ’idden in the cap. Did you pawn that too?”
Ginger got up in ’is excitement and walked up and down the room. “We must go and get ’em out at once,” he ses.
“And where’s the money to do it with?” ses Peter.
Ginger ’adn’t thought of that, and it struck ’im all of a heap. None of ’em seemed to be able to think of a way of getting the other ten shillings wot was wanted, and Ginger was so upset that ’e took no notice of the things Peter kept saying to ’im.
“Let’s go and ask to see ’em, and say we left a railway-ticket in the pocket,” ses Peter.
Isaac shook ’is ’ead. “There’s on’y one way to do it,” he ses. “We shall ’ave to pawn your clothes, Ginger, to get mine out with.”
“That’s the on’y way, Ginger,” ses Peter, brightening up. “Now, wot’s the good o’ carrying on like that? It’s no worse for you to be without your clothes for a little while than it was for pore old Isaac.”
It took ’em quite arf an hour afore they could get Ginger to see it. First of all ’e wanted Peter’s clothes to be took instead of ’is, and when Peter pointed out that they was too shabby to fetch ten shillings ’e ’ad a lot o’ nasty things to say about wearing such old rags, and at last, in a terrible temper, ’e took ’is clothes off and pitched ’em in a ’eap on the floor.