"He's took a fancy to you, Sam," ses Ginger.
Sam pushed the dog off on to the floor and wiped his face.
"He's a good dog, by the look of 'im," ses Peter Russet, who was country bred.
He bought a sausage-roll, and him and the dog ate it between 'em. Then Ginger Dick bought one and gave it to 'im, and by the time it was finished the dog didn't seem to know which one of 'em he loved the most.
"Wonder who he belongs to?" ses Ginger. "Is there any name on the collar, Peter?"
Peter shook his 'ead. "It's a good collar, though," he ses. "I wonder whether he's been and lost 'imself?"
Old Sam, wot was always on the look-out for money, put his beer down and wiped 'is mouth. "There might be a reward out for 'im," he ses. "I think I'll take care of 'im for a day or two, in case."
"We'll all take care of 'im," ses Ginger; "and if there's a reward we'll go shares. Mind that!"
"I found 'im," ses Sam, very disagreeable. "He came up to me as if he'd known me all 'is life."
"No," ses Ginger. "Don't you flatter yourself. He came up to you because he didn't know you, Sam."