“'Fancy 'em sitting 'ere and waiting for you to come back from that bite,' I ses.
“'I ought to 'ave 'ad more off of him,' ses 'Arry. ''Owever, it can't be helped. I think I'll 'ave a lay down for a bit; I'm tired.'
“'Better be off,' I ses, shaking my 'ead. 'Time passes, and they might come back afore you think.'
“'Well, wot of it?' ses 'Arry.
“'Wot of it?' I ses. 'Why, it'ud spoil everything. It 'ud be blue ruin.'
“'Are you sure?' ses 'Arry'.
“'Sartin,' I ses.
“'Well, make it five quid, and I'll go, then,' he ses, sitting down agin.
“I couldn't believe my ears at fust, but when I could I drew myself up and told 'im wot I thought of 'im; and he sat there and laughed at me.
“'Why, you called me a masterpiece just now,' he ses. 'I shouldn't be much of a masterpiece if I let a chance like this slip. Why, I shouldn't be able to look myself in the face. Where's the skipper?'