"So far so good," ses Sam; "now, wot about brekfuss?"
They 'ad their brekfuss in their usual coffeeshop, and the dog took bits from all of them. Unfortunately, 'e wasn't used to haddick bones, and arter two of the customers 'ad gorn out and two more 'ad complained to the landlord, they 'ad to leave their brekfusses and take 'im outside for a breath o' fresh air.
"Now, wot are we going to do?" ses Ginger. "I'm beginning to be sick of the sight of 'im. 'Ave we got to lead 'im about all day on a bit o' string?"
"Let's take 'im round the corner and lose 'im," ses Peter Russet.
"You give me 'old o' that string," ses Sam. "If you don't want shares, that's all right. If I'm going to look arter 'im I'll 'ave it all."
That made Ginger and Peter look at each other. Direckly Sam began to talk about money they began to think they might be losing something.
"And wot about 'aving 'im in our bedroom and keeping us awake all night?" ses Peter.
"And putting it on to me with the toothache," ses Ginger. "No; you can look arter 'im, Sam, while me and Peter goes off and enjoys ourselves; and if you get anything we go shares, mind."
"All right," ses Sam, turning away with the dog.
"And suppose Sam gets a reward or sells it, and then tells us that it ran away and 'e lost it?" ses Peter.