"Well, yer know, it had come to that pitch at last that if he wouldn't go why we was to take him, and Dick Smith was the one that was in for it along with me. We neither on us liked it, for this was a civil-spoken chap in a suit o' cords, a bird's-eye handkercher, and a fur cap. He'd got a smart way, too, o' doing his hair, which was black and turned under at the two sides afore his ears; and besides he was only trying to get a honest living; but dooty's dooty, yer know, sir, and we ain't got much chance o' pickin' and choosin'. So I says to Dick, as we goes along-- "`Now, then, Dick,' I says, `which is it to be, the cove or his barrer?' "`Oh!' says Dick, `I'm blest if I'm a-goin' to wheel the barrer through the public streets. Look well for a pleece-constable in uniform, wouldn't it?' "`Well,' I says, rather chuff, `some one's got it to do, and I ain't a-goin' to have it shoved on to me. Tell yer what we'll do--we'll toss up.' "`All right,' says Dick, `so we will.' "So I fetches out a copper, the on'y one we could furridge out between us, and to Dick I says, `Now, then, sudden death?' "`Not a bit of it,' says he, `I'll go off lingerin'--best two out o' three.' "`Werry well,' I says, `anything for peace and quietness.' And so we tossed. "`Heads,' says Dick. "`Woman it is,' says I. `One to me;' and then I passes the brown over to Dick, and he spins up. "`Lovely woman,' says I, and lovely woman it was. "`Blowed if here ain't two Bobbies a tossin',' says one o' them niste boys as yer meets with in London. "Didn't I feel savage, though I had won; and for a moment I almost wished it had been that werry young gentleman as we had to take. But my boy gives a grin and a hop, skip, and a jump, and then cuts behind a gentleman's carriage as was passing, when the Johnny put out his foot and gave him a push, and down he goes into the mud"; which was, of course, pleasant to our outraged feelings, though it would have taken a great deal of mud to spoil that boy's clothes. "`Now then, Dick,' I says, `let's be off.' "`Wot's the hurry?' says Dick, who was a thinking of the barrer, I could see. "`Oh, come on,' I says; for, thinks I to myself, `you're on the right hand side of the way, my boy.' "So off we goes, till we comes to the well-known spot, and there stood my chap, a-doing a raging trade. "`Now then, young feller,' I says, `you must move on.' "`What for?' says he. "`Obstructing the thoroughfare,' says I. "`Taste 'em,' he says, `they're fust-rate to-day. Shove two or three in yer pocket for the young Bobbies.' "`Won't do,' I says; `we've got our orders, and off yer goes.' "`Get out,' he says, `you're chaffin'.' "`Not a bit of it,' I says; `so stow nonsense and go on quietly, there's a good feller.'