“‘Sam,’ ses Ginger, in a very different voice to wot he ’ad used the night before, ‘Sam, old pal, he’s taken all our money and bolted.’

“‘Wot?’ ses Sam, sitting up on the floor and blinking, ‘Nonsense!’

“‘Robbed me and Peter,’ ses Ginger, in a trembling voice; ’taken every penny we’ve got, and my watch and chain.’

“‘You’re dreaming,’ ses Sam.

“‘I wish I was,’ ses Ginger.

“‘But surely, Ginger,’ ses Sam, standing up, ’surely you didn’t take a lodger without a character?’

“‘He seemed such a nice chap,’ ses Peter.  ’We was only saying wot a much nicer chap he was than—­than——­’

“‘Go on, Peter,’ ses Sam, very perlite.

“‘Than he might ha’ been,’ ses Ginger, very quick.

“’Well, I’ve ‘ad a wonderful escape,’ ses Sam.  ‘If it hadn’t ha’ been for sleeping in my clothes I suppose he’d ha’ ‘ad my money as well.’

“He felt in ’is pockets anxious-like, then he smiled, and stood there letting ’is money fall through ’is fingers into his pocket over and over agin.

“‘Pore chap,’ he ses; ’pore chap; p’r’aps he’d got a starving wife and family.  Who knows?  It ain’t for us to judge ‘im, Ginger.’

“He stood a little while longer chinking ’is money, and when he took off his coat to wash Ginger Dick poured the water out for im and Peter Russet picked up the soap, which ’ad fallen on the floor.  Then they started pitying themselves, looking very ’ard at the back of old Sam while they did it.

“‘I s’pose we’ve got to starve, Peter,’ ses Ginger, in, a sad voice.

“‘Looks like it,’ ses Peter, dressing hisself very slowly.

“‘There’s nobody’ll mourn for me, that’s one comfort,’ ses Ginger.

“‘Or me,’ ses Peter.

“‘P’r’aps Sam’ll miss us a bit,’ ses Ginger, grinding ’is teeth as old Sam went on washing as if he was deaf.  ’He’ss the only real pal we ever ‘ad.’

“‘Wot are you talking about?’ ses Sam, turning round with the soap in his eyes, and feeling for the towel.  ’Wot d’ye want to starve for?  Why don’t you get a ship?’

“‘I thought we was all going to sign on in the Cheaspeake agin, Sam,’ ses Ginger, very mild.

“‘She won’t be ready for sea for pretty near three weeks,’ ses Sam.  ’You know that.’

“‘P’r’aps Sam would lend us a trifle to go on with, Ginger,’ ses Peter Russet.  ’Just enough to keep body and soul together, so as we can hold out and ’ave the pleasure of sailing with ‘im agin.’

“‘P’r’aps he wouldn’t,’ ses Sam, afore Ginger could open his mouth.  ’I’ve just got about enough to last myself; I ’aven’t got any to lend.  Sailormen wot turns on their best friends and makes them sleep on the cold ’ard floor while their new pal is in his bed don’t get money lent to ’em.  My neck is so stiff it creaks every time I move it, and I’ve got the rheumatics in my legs something cruel.’

“He began to ’um a song, and putting on ’is cap went out to get some brekfuss.  He went to a little eating-’ouse near by, where they was in the ’abit of going, and ’ad just started on a plate of eggs and bacon when Ginger Dick and Peter came into the place with a pocket-’ankercher of ’is wot they ’ad found in the fender.