"_Are you going--to undo--us?_" ses Ginger, at last. "No, Ginger," ses old Sam; "in justice to myself I couldn't do it. Arter wot you've said--and arter wot I've said--my life wouldn't be safe. Besides which, you'd want to go shares in my money." He took up 'is chest and marched downstairs with it, and about 'arf an hour arterward the landlady's 'usband came up and set 'em free. As soon as they'd got the use of their legs back they started out to look for Sam, but they didn't find 'im for nearly a year, and as for Bill, they never set eyes on 'im again. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Bill's Lapse, by W.W. Jacobs