He went without the next night, but ’e was such a generous man that ’e would pay every fourth time, and there was no pleasure to the other chaps to see ’im pay and ’ave nothing out of it. It spoilt their evening, and owing to ’aving only about ’arf wot they was accustomed to they all got up very disagreeable next morning. “Why not take just a _little_ beer, Bill?” asks Ginger. Bill ’ung his ’ead and looked a bit silly. “I’d rather not, mate,” he ses, at last. “I’ve been teetotal for eleven months now.” “Think of your ’ealth, Bill,” ses Peter Russet; “your ’ealth is more important than the pledge. Wot made you take it?” Bill coughed. “I ’ad reasons,” he ses, slowly. “A mate o’ mine wished me to.” “He ought to ha’ known better,” ses Sam. “He ’ad ’is reasons,” ses Bill. “Well, all I can say is, Bill,” ses Ginger, “all I can say is, it’s very disobligin’ of you.” “Disobligin’?” ses Bill, with a start; “don’t say that, mate.” “I must say it,” ses Ginger, speaking very firm. “You needn’t take a lot, Bill,” ses Sam; “nobody wants you to do that. Just drink in moderation, same as wot we do.” “It gets into my ’ead,” ses Bill, at last. “Well, and wot of it?” ses Ginger; “it gets into everybody’s ’ead occasionally. Why, one night old Sam ’ere went up behind a policeman and tickled ’im under the arms; didn’t you, Sam?” “I did nothing o’ the kind,” ses Sam, firing up. “Well, you was fined ten bob for it next morning, that’s all I know,” ses Ginger. “I was fined ten bob for punching ’im,” ses old Sam, very wild. “I never tickled a policeman in my life. I never thought o’ such a thing. I’d no more tickle a policeman than I’d fly. Anybody that ses I did is a liar. Why should I? Where does the sense come in? Wot should I want to do it for?” “All _right_, Sam,” ses Ginger, sticking ’is fingers in ’is ears, “you didn’t, then.” “No, I didn’t,” ses Sam, “and don’t you forget it. This ain’t the fust time you’ve told that lie about me. I can take a joke with any man; but anybody that goes and ses I tickled—” “All right,” ses Ginger and Peter Russet together. “You’ll ’ave tickled policeman on the brain if you ain’t careful, Sam,” ses Peter. Old Sam sat down growling, and Ginger Dick turned to Bill agin. “It gets into everybody’s ’ead at times,” he ses, “and where’s the ’arm? It’s wot it was meant for.” Bill shook his ’ead, but when Ginger called ’im disobligin’ agin he gave way and he broke the pledge that very evening with a pint o’ six ’arf. Ginger was surprised to see the way ’e took his liquor. Arter three or four pints he’d expected to see ’im turn a bit silly, or sing, or do something o’ the kind, but Bill kept on as if ’e was drinking water. “Think of the ’armless pleasure you’ve been losing all these months, Bill,” ses Ginger, smiling at him.