Sniggers: 

What?

Albert: 

No heathen black devils with gold spots on their face.  I give ’em the slip.

Bill: 

Well done, Albert.

Sniggers:  [after a sigh of content]

Why didn’t you tell us?

Albert: 

’Cause ’e won’t let you speak.  ’E’s got ’is plans and ’e thinks we’re silly folk.  Things must be done ’is way.  And all the time I’ve give ’em the slip.  Might ’ave ’ad one of them crooked knives in him before now but for me who give ’em the slip in Hull.

Bill: 

Well done, Albert.

Sniggers: 

Do you hear that, Toffy?  Albert has give ’em the slip.

The Toff: 

Yes, I hear.

Sniggers: 

Well, what do you say to that?

The Toff: 

O...  Well done, Albert.

Albert: 

And what a’ you going to do?

The Toff: 

Going to wait.

Albert: 

Don’t seem to know what ’e’s waiting for.

Sniggers: 

It’s a nasty place.

Albert: 

It’s getting silly, Bill.  Our money’s gone and we want to sell the ruby.  Let’s get on to a town.

Bill: 

But ’e won’t come.

Albert: 

Then we’ll leave him.

Sniggers: 

We’ll be all right if we keep away from Hull.

Albert: 

We’ll go to London.

Bill: 

But ’e must ’ave ’is share.

Sniggers: 

All right.  Only let’s go. [to the Toff] We’re going, do you hear?  Give us the ruby.

The Toff: 

Certainly.

    [He gives them a ruby from his waistcoat pocket:  it is the size
    of a small hen’s egg.]

    [He goes on reading his paper.]

Albert: 

Come on, Sniggers.

    [Exeunt Albert and Sniggers.]

Bill: 

Good-bye, old man.  We’ll give you your fair share, but there’s nothing to do here, no girls, no halls, and we must sell the ruby.

The Toff: 

I’m not a fool, Bill.

Bill: 

No, no, of course not.  Of course you ain’t, and you’ve helped us a lot.  Good-bye.  You’ll say good-bye?

The Toff: 

Oh, yes.  Good-bye.

    [Still reads paper.  Exit Bill.]

    [The Toff puts a revolver on the table beside him and goes on
    with his paper.]

Sniggers:  [Out of breath.]

We’ve come back, Toffy.

The Toff: 

So you have.

Albert: 

Toffy—­How did they get here?

The Toff: 

They walked, of course.

Albert: 

But it’s eighty miles.

Sniggers: 

Did you know they were here, Toffy?

The Toff: 

Expected them about now.

Albert: