Ginger Dick got up and, leaning over the bed, took old Isaac by the shoulders and shook 'im as if 'e'd been a bottle o' medicine.
"Time to get up, lads?" ses old Isaac, putting one leg out o' bed.
"No, it ain't," ses Ginger, very rough; "we ain't been to bed yet. We want our money back."
Isaac drew 'is leg back into bed agin. "Goo' night," he ses, and fell fast asleep.
"He's shamming, that's wot 'e is," ses Peter Russet. "Let's look for it. It must be in the room somewhere."
They turned the room upside down pretty near, and then Ginger Dick struck a match and looked up the chimney, but all 'e found was that it 'adn't been swept for about twenty years, and wot with temper and soot 'e looked so frightful that Peter was arf afraid of 'im.
"I've 'ad enough of this," ses Ginger, running up to the bed and 'olding his sooty fist under old Isaac's nose. "Now, then, where's that money? If you don't give us our money, our 'ard-earned money, inside o' two minutes, I'll break every bone in your body."
"This is wot comes o' trying to do you a favour, Ginger," ses the old man, reproachfully.
"Don't talk to me," ses Ginger, "cos I won't have it. Come on; where is it?"
Old Isaac looked at 'im, and then he gave a sigh and got up and put on 'is boots and 'is trousers.