’I won’t work no more,’ said Cobbledick, angrily. ’There be the backie, also. You’ve never paid me that.’ ’What tobacco?’ ’Ah! when you was sick, and my Joyce nussed you under the Table, you got in debt to me a score pounds and one more, that be as many as you’ve a got fingers and toes, and your head throwed in to make another. That be what you’ve owed me a long while, and never paid yet. There were that old Tramplara, he owed me scores and scores of backie, but he never paid me none at all. He went scatt. I did think you were a gemman, and would serve a poor man better.’ ’I do not understand about the tobacco.’ ’Loramussy! it be easy enough to understand, sure-ly. You was brought here in a waggon; well, that waggon had to be paid for, and my Joyce paid with her work, and then she was a neglecting of me. You were brought to my house, and I had to clear out and go elsewhere, and after that Joyce did nothing more for me. You expect me and my Joyce to work for’y, and you never pay a brass farthing? No gemman be like that. I call that a proper blaggard trick, I do.’ ’Good heavens, Grizzly! If you want to be paid for the use of your house because it served as my hospital, by all means name the price. I will pay you in tobacco if you desire it. How much do you require?’ ’As many pounds as you’ve fingers and toes, and your head chucked in.’ ’You shall have them.’ ’And then,’ pursued Grizzly, ’there be Joyce. What hev you gone and tooked ’er away from me for? Oh! ah! you’ve not? That be fine. Her worked peaceable enough for her poor old vaither till you come by and turn ’er head with your talking and sweethearting——’ ’Grizzly!’ exclaimed Herring, angrily, ’hold that villanous tongue of yours at once.’