"Then we'd better stop where we are; I don't want to be took to the station." They listened for some moments, holding the door ajar. "It ain't the police," said Stack, "but a row about some bet. Latch had better be careful." The cause of the uproar was a tall young English workman, whose beard was pale gold, and whose teeth were white. He wore a rough handkerchief tied round his handsome throat. His eyes were glassy with drink, and his comrades strove to quieten him. "Leave me alone," he exclaimed; "the bet was ten half-crowns to one. I won't stand being welshed." William's face flushed up. "Welshed!" he said. "No one speaks in this bar of welshing." He would have sprung over the counter, but Esther held him back. "I know what I'm talking about; you let me alone," said the young workman, and he struggled out of the hands of his friends. "The bet was ten half-crowns to one." "Don't mind what he says, guv'nor." "Don't mind what I says!" For a moment it seemed as if the friends were about to come to blows, but the young man's perceptions suddenly clouded, and he said, "In this blo-ody bar last Monday... horse backed in Tattersall's at twelve to one taken and offered." "He don't know what he's talking about; but no one must accuse me of welshing in this 'ere bar." "No offence, guv'nor; mistakes will occur." William could not help laughing, and he sent Teddy upstairs for Monday's paper. He pointed out that eight to one was being asked for about the horse on Monday afternoon at Tattersall's. The stage door-keeper and a scene-shifter had just come over from the theatre, and had managed to force their way into the jug and bottle entrance. Esther and Charles had been selling beer and spirits as fast as they could draw it, but the disputed bet had caused the company to forget their glasses. "Just one more drink," said the young man. "Take the ten half-crowns out in drinks, guv'nor, that's good enough. What do you say, guv'nor?" "What, ten half-crowns?" William answered angrily. "Haven't I shown you that the 'orse was backed at Tattersall's the day you made the bet at eight to one?" "Ten to one, guv'nor." "I've not time to go on talking.... You're interfering with my business. You must get out of my bar." "Who'll put me out?" "Charles, go and fetch a policeman."