_'E_ set some store on 'is life, that old codger did. Many a swell, whose sole motter seems "collar," After a sharp risky service like that, would 'a' thought a mere Cabby well paid with a dollar. Many a charge against Cabbies is cackled, and many a bit o' sharp practice recorded, But 'onesty don't come as sweet as it should when you know wot some mean by the words "well rewarded." Wealth 'as rum notions of _wages_--sometimes. I once 'ad a case as tots up in this manner:-- To saving a bosky old toff from two footpads, and drivin' 'im 'ome (two miles) two-and-a-tanner! Watch they were grabbing was worth fifty quid, and _he_--I persoom--was worth _somethink_, to someone, Though I wouldn't buy such at tuppence a stun. In the matter o' meanness this world _is_ a rum one. CHOLLOP was luckier. "JACK," 'e says, rubbing 'is rhububy chin, like a old nutmeg-grater; "JACK, I was fair discumfuddled _that_ journey. 'Ardly knew wich was my bloomin' equator, And wich my North Pole. Left my 'at on the 'arthrug, and tried to shake 'ands with the mortar-haired flunkey! Scott! if you'd seen 'im dror back with a shudder! 'Twould fetch a fair grin from a blessed brass monkey. "A tenner! The fust my ten fingers 'ad 'andled. As crisp and as clean as my Sunday-best dickey. Wanted to change it right off; 'fraid o' losing, _or_ lighting my pipe with it. Paper's so tricky; Popped in a shop for a ounce o' best shag and a sixpenny briar. But when the old codger Clapped heyes on the flimsy in _my_ bunch o' fives, wy 'e set me down, strite, for a fair Hartful Dodger. "'Where did you get _this?_' 'e croaked, down 'is throat, like a pompous old Beak bullyragging a Cabby; 'Lawks, 'ere's a lark on!' I sez to myself. 'Hay? _Git_ it?' I drawls, making heyes like a babby. '_Found_ it, perhaps?' sneers the Josser. 'Ah! p'r'aps so,' sez I, 'or maybe, dontcherknow, it was _guv_ me.' Lor, 'ow 'e bossed at me over 'is barnacles. Tenners, 'e thought, looked a long cut above me. "'If you carn't give more straightforrard account of 'ow this ten-pun note came into _your_ possession, Wy, I shall detain it, and send for a constable,' snorts 'e, a-thinkin' 'e'd made a himpression. 'Well,' sez I, 'umble, 'a gentleman guv it me, if you _must_ know.' Then 'e wagged 'is old pow-wow And sez, 'I must 'ave that gent's name and address, and see _into_ the thing, as I think sounds all bow-wow.'