“And I s’pose you think you’re going to ’ave arf of the money they get?” ses Henery Walker.

“Don’t talk about money while them pore chaps is suffering,” ses Bob.  “I’m surprised at you, Henery.”

“You won’t ’ave a farthing of it,” ses Henery Walker; “and wot’s more, Bob Pretty, I’m going to ’ave my five pounds back.”

“Don’t you believe it, Henery,” ses Bob, smiling at ’im.

“I’m going to ’ave my five pounds back,” ses Henery, “and you know why.  I know wot your club was for now, and we was all a pack o’ silly fools not to see it afore.”

“Speak for yourself, Henery,” ses John Biggs, who thought Henery was looking at ’im.

“I’ve been putting two and two together,” ses Henery, looking round, “and it’s as plain as the nose on your face.  Bob Pretty hid up in the wood and shot us all himself!”

For a moment you might ’ave heard a pin drop, and then there was such a noise nobody could hear theirselves speak.  Everybody was shouting his ’ardest, and the on’y quiet one there was Bob Pretty ’imself.

“Poor Henery; he’s gorn mad,” he ses, shaking his ’ead.

“You’re a murderer,” ses Ralph Thomson, shaking ’is fist at him.

“Henery Walker’s gorn mad,” ses Bob agin.  “Why, I ain’t been near the place.  There’s a dozen men’ll swear that I was at Wickham each time these misfortunate accidents ’appened.”

“Men like you, they’d swear anything for a pot o’ beer,” ses Henery.  “But I’m not going to waste time talking to you, Bob Pretty.  I’m going straight off to tell Mr. Sutton.”

“I shouldn’t do that if I was you, Henery,” ses Bob.

“I dessay,” ses Henery Walker; “but then you see I am.”

“I thought you’d gorn mad, Henery,” ses Bob, taking a drink o’ beer that somebody ’ad left on the table by mistake, “and now I’m sure of it.  Why, if you tell Mr. Sutton that it wasn’t his friends that shot them pore fellers he won’t pay them anything.  ’Tain’t likely ’e would, is it?”

Henery Walker, wot ’ad been standing up looking fierce at ’im, sat down agin, struck all of a heap.

“And he might want your ten pounds back, Henery,” said Bob in a soft voice.  “And seeing as ’ow you was kind enough to give five to me, and spent most of the other, it ’ud come ’ard on you, wouldn’t it?  Always think afore you speak, Henery.  I always do.”

Henery Walker got up and tried to speak, but ’e couldn’t, and he didn’t get ’is breath back till Bob said it was plain to see that he ’adn’t got a word to say for ’imself.  Then he shook ’is fist at Bob and called ’im a low, thieving, poaching murderer.

“You’re not yourself, Henery,” ses Bob.  “When you come round you’ll be sorry for trying to take away the character of a pore labourin’ man with a ailing wife and a large family.  But if you take my advice you won’t say anything more about your wicked ideas; if you do, these pore fellers won’t get a farthing.  And you’d better keep quiet about the club mates for their sakes.  Other people might get the same crazy ideas in their silly ’eads as Henery.  Keepers especially.”