“That’s the word,” said Sam, with relief.
“Well, wot’s the good of it?” said Dick.
“This way,” said Sam; “we make up a syndikit and divide the money when ’e’s found. It ’ud be a cruel thing, Dick, if, just as you’d spotted your man, I wos to come along and snap ’im up under your werry nose, for instance—”
“You’d better try it,” said Dick grimly.
“It’s a very good idea o’ yours, Sam,” said the cook. “I’ll join it.”
“You’d better come in, Dick,” said Sam.
“Not me,” said Dick; “it’s five pounds I’m after.”
“We shall beworkin’ agin you, you know, me an’ the cook an’ the boy,” said Sam anxiously.
“Ho!” said Henry, “don’t think I’m takin’ a ’and, cos I’m not.”
“Werry good, then,” said Sam, “the—the——what d’ye call it, Dick?”