Night watches [complete]Jacobs, W. W. (William Wymark)
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Night watches [complete]
Jacobs, W. W. (William Wymark)
Humorous stories; Short stories
“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.
“O' course; I never thought o' that,” ses Ginger. “You've got your 'ead
on straight, Peter.”
“I see 'im smile, that's why,” ses Peter Russet.
“You're a liar,” ses Sam.
“We'll stick together,” ses Ginger. “Leastways, one of us'll keep with
you, Sam.”
They settled it that way at last, and while Ginger went for a walk down
round about where they 'ad found the dog, Sam Small and Peter waited for
him in a little public-'ouse down Limehouse way. Their idea was that
there would be bills up, and when Ginger came back and said there
wasn't, they 'ad a lot to say about people wot wasn't fit to 'ave dogs
because they didn't love 'em.
They 'ad a miserable day. When the dog got sick o' sitting in a pub 'e
made such a noise they 'ad to take 'im out; and when 'e got tired o'
walking about he sat down on the pavement and they 'ad to drag 'im along
to the nearest pub agin. At five o'clock in the arternoon Ginger Dick
was talking about two-penn'orth o' rat-poison.
“Wot are we to do with 'im till twelve o'clock to-night?” ses Peter.
“And s'pose we can't smuggle 'im into the 'ouse agin?” ses Ginger. “Or
suppose he makes that noise agin in the night?”
They 'ad a pint each to 'elp them to think wot was to be done. And,
arter a lot o' talking and quarrelling, they did wot a lot of other
people 'ave done when they got into trouble: they came to me.
I 'ad on'y been on dooty about arf an hour when the three of 'em turned
up at the wharf with the dog, and, arter saying 'ow well I looked and
that I seemed to get younger every time they saw me, they asked me to
take charge of the dog for 'em.
“It'll be company for you,” ses old Sam. “It must be very lonely 'ere of
a night. I've often thought of it.”
“And of a day-time you could take it 'ome and tie it up in your
back-yard,” ses Ginger.
I wouldn't 'ave anything to do with it at fust, but at last I gave way.
They offered me fourpence a day for its keep, and, as I didn't want to
run any risk, I made 'em give me a couple o' bob to go on with.
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