At Woolwich they repaired to a low public-house with which they were acquainted; and, as the fresh air of the river had sharpened their appetites, they called into request every article of food which was to be found in the larder. Liquors in due proportion were ordered; the Resurrection Man paid the score for all; and in this manner the four pirates contrived to while away the time until the tide turned once more in their favour in the afternoon. At three o'clock they retraced their steps to the boat; and in a few minutes were again gliding rapidly along on the bosom of the river. "Now," said the Resurrection Man, "as we have drunk a glass and smoked a pipe together, we are better acquainted with each other." These words were especially addressed to the two men whom the foreman at Mossop's wharf had provided. "Of course," continued the Resurrection Man, "I needn't ask you if you know the exact nature of the business which we have in hand. I didn't think it prudent to talk about it when we were at the crib in Woolwich just now, because walls have ears; but I took it for granted, from certain words which you two chaps said, that it's all right." "Yes, yes, master," returned one, who was called Long Bob, in consequence of his height: "Swot put us up to the whole thing." "We know the risk, and we know what's to be got by it," added the other, who delighted in the name of the _Lully Prig_,[1] from the circumstance of his having formerly exercised the calling with which, in flash language, the name is associated, before he became a river-pirate. "Then we understand each other," said the Resurrection Man, "without any farther wagging of the tollibon."[2] "We cut the same lock that you do,[3] old feller," answered the Lully Prig; "and as long as we snack the bit[4] in a reg'lar manner, we're stanch to the back-bone." "So far, so good," said the Resurrection Man. "But you're also aware that the swag must be taken up the river and put on board the _Fairy_, where it must stay some time till Swot can find a safe customer for it, because it's sure to be chanted on the leer."[5] "We're fly to all that," said Long Bob. "But Swot promised us ten neds[6] each, if the thing succeeds to-night; so that we shan't object to waiting for the rest of our reg'lars till the swag is dinged."[7] "Who knows that we shan't find some gobsticks,[8] clinks,[9] or other things of the same kind?" exclaimed the Lully Prig; "and, if so, they can soon be walked off to the melting-pot fence,[10] and the glanthem will be dropped[11] in no time." "That's understood, my boys," exclaimed the Resurrection Man. "Now, give way with a will, and don't let's delay."