He started the row agin when they got in-doors, and sat up in ’is bed smacking ’is lips over the things he’d like to ’ave done to them if he could.  And then, arter saying ’ow he’d like to see Ginger boiled alive like a lobster, he said he knew that ’e was a noble-’arted feller who wouldn’t try and cut an old pal out, and that it was a case of love at first sight on top of a tram-car.

“She’s too young for you,” ses Ginger; “and too good-looking besides.”

“It’s the nice little bisness he’s fallen in love with, Ginger,” ses Peter Russet.  “I’ll toss you who ’as it.”

Ginger, who was siting on the foot o’ Sam’s bed, said “no” at fust, but arter a time he pulled out arf a dollar and spun it in the air.

That was the last ’e see of it, although he ‘ad Sam out o’ bed and all the clothes stripped off of it twice.  He spent over arf an hour on his ’ands and knees looking for it, and Sam said when he was tired of playing bears p’r’aps he’d go to bed and get to sleep like a Christian.

They ’ad it all over agin next morning, and at last, as nobody would agree to keep quiet and let the others ’ave a fair chance, they made up their minds to let the best man win.  Ginger Dick bought a necktie that took all the colour out o’ Sam’s, and Peter Russet went in for a collar so big that ’e was lost in it.

They all strolled into the widow’s shop separate that night.  Ginger Dick ’ad smashed his pipe and wanted another; Peter Russet wanted some tobacco; and old Sam Small walked in smiling, with a little silver brooch for ’er, that he said ’e had picked up.

It was a very nice brooch, and Mrs. Finch was so pleased with it that Ginger and Peter sat there as mad as they could be because they ’adn’t thought of the same thing.

“Captain Small is very lucky at finding things,” ses Ginger, at last.

“He’s got the name for it,” ses Peter Russet.

“It’s a handy ’abit,” ses Ginger; “it saves spending money.  Who did you give that gold bracelet to you picked up the other night, captin?” he ses, turning to Sam.

“Gold bracelet?” ses Sam.  “I didn’t pick up no gold bracelet.  Wot are you talking about?”

“All right, captin; no offence,” ses Ginger, holding up his ’and.  “I dreamt I saw one on your mantelpiece, I s’pose.  P’r’aps I oughtn’t to ha’ said anything about it.”

Old Sam looked as though he’d like to eat ’im, especially as he noticed Mrs. Finch listening and pretending not to.  “Oh! that one,” he ses, arter a bit o’ hard thinking.  “Oh!  I found out who it belonged to.  You wouldn’t believe ’ow pleased they was at getting it back agin.”

Ginger Dick coughed and began to think as ’ow old Sam was sharper than he ’ad given ’im credit for, but afore he could think of anything else to say Mrs. Finch looked at old Sam and began to talk about ’is ship, and to say ’ow much she should like to see over it.