“I know for certain that he’s livin’ at a place called Piggott’s Bay, a little place just up the coast here,” continued Dick. “If you two chaps like to walk out this evening and find him you can have two quid apiece and just give me one for myself.”
“Oh!” said Sam, and stood thunderstruck at his hardihood.
“But it wouldn’t be fair to you, Dick,” urged the cook. “We won’t take no advantage of you. The five pounds is yours.”
“I don’t want it,” said Dick earnestly. “I want to punish myself for being greedy. If you two ’ll just go there and find him I’ll take it as a favor.”
“Oh, well, we’ll go then,” said the cook with deceitful joy.
“Dick’s ’art’s in the right place, cook,” observed Sam. “We’d better get away directly arter tea.”
“I’d like to shake you by the ’and, Dick,” said the cook warmly.
“Me too,” said Sam, taking it as the cook relinquished it. “You’re a fair brick, Dick, an’ no error.”
“True blue,” said the complimentary cook.
“We’ll start directly arter tea, if you’ll get us the flag, Dick,” said Sam.