His crew was a’most as bad as wot he was, and all in one month one o’ the ’ands gave a man ten shillings for a di’mond ring he saw ’im pick up, wot turned out to be worth fourpence, and another one gave five bob for a meerschaum pipe made o’ chalk. When I pointed out to ’em wot fools they was they didn’t like it, and a week arterwards, when the skipper gave a man in a pub ’is watch and chain and two pounds to hold, to show ’is confidence in ’im, and I told ’im exactly wot I thought of him, ’e didn’t like it. “You’re too sharp, Bill,” he says, sneering like. “My opinion is that the pore man was run over. He told me ’e should only be away five minutes. And he ’ad got an honest face: nice open blue eyes, and a smile that done you good to look at.” “You’ve been swindled,” I ses, “and you know it. If I’d been done like that I should never hold up my ’ead agin. Why, a child o’ five would know better. You and your crew all seem to be tarred with the same brush. You ain’t fit to be trusted out alone.” I believe ’e told his ’ands wot I said; anyway, two bits o’ coke missed me by ’arf an inch next evening, and for some weeks not one of ’em spoke a word to me. When they see me coming they just used to stand up straight and twist their nose. It didn’t ’urt me, o’ course. I took no notice of ’em. Even when one of ’em fell over the broom I was sweeping with I took no notice of ’im. I just went on with my work as if ’e wasn’t there. I suppose they ’ad been in the sulks about a month, and I was sitting ’ere one evening getting my breath arter a couple o’ hours’ ’ard work, when one of ’em, George Tebb by name, came off the ship and nodded to me as he passed. “Evening, Bill,” he ses. “Evening,” I ses, rather stiff. “I wanted a word with you, Bill,” he ses, in a low voice. “In fact, I might go so far as to say I want to ask you to do me a favour.” I looked at him so ’ard that he coughed and looked away. “We might talk about it over a ’arf-pint,” he ses. “No, thank you,” I ses. “I ’ad a ’arf-pint the day before yesterday, and I’m not thirsty.” He stood there fidgeting about for a bit, and then he puts his ’and on my shoulder. “Well, come to the end of the jetty,” he ses. “I’ve got something private to say.” I got up slow-like and followed ’im. I wasn’t a bit curious. Not a bit. But if a man asks for my ’elp I always give it. “It’s like this,” he ses, looking round careful, “only I don’t want the other chaps to hear because I don’t want to be laughed at. Last week an old uncle o’ mine died and left me thirty pounds. It’s just a week ago, and I’ve already got through five of ’em, and besides that the number of chaps that want to borrow ten bob for a couple o’ days would surprise you.” “I ain’t so easy surprised,” I ses, shaking my ’ead.