“’Look ‘ere!’ I ses.  ’You take yourself off; I’ve had about enough of you.  You take your little face ’ome and ask your mother to wipe its nose.  Strickly speaking, you’ve no right to be on the wharf at all at this time.’

“‘I’ve as much right as other people,’ he ses, giving me a wicked look.  ‘I’ve got more right than some people, p’r’aps.’

“He stooped down deliberate and, picking up a bit o’ coke from the ’eap by the crane, pitched it over at the empties.

“‘Stop that!’ I ses, shouting at ’im.

“‘What for?’ ’e ses, shying another piece.  ‘Why shouldn’t I?’

“’Cos I won’t ‘ave it,’ I ses.  ‘D’ye hear?  Stop it!’

“I rushed at ’im as he sent another piece over, and for the next two or three minutes ’e was dodging me and chucking coke at the empties, with the fool of a skipper standing by laughing, and two or three of the crew leaning over the side and cheering ’im on.

“‘All right,’ he ses, at last, dusting ’is hands together.  ’I’ve finished.  There’s no need to make such a fuss over a bit of coke.’

“’You’ve wasted pretty near arf a ‘undered-weight,’ I ses.  ’I’ve a good mind to report you.’

“‘Don’t do that, watchman!’ he ses, in a pitiful voice.  ’Don’t do that!  ‘Ere, I tell you wot I’ll do.  I’ll pick it all up agin.’

“Afore I could move ’and or foot he ‘ad shifted a couple o’ cases out of ’is way and was in among the empties.  I stood there dazed-like while two bits o’ coke came flying back past my ’ed; then I ’eard a loud whistle, and ’e came out agin with ’is eyes rolling and ’is mouth wide open.

“‘Wot’s the matter?’ ses the skipper, staring at ’im.

“‘I—­I—­I’m sorry, watchman,’ ses that beast of a boy, purtending ’e was ’ardly able to speak.  ‘I’d no idea——­’

“‘All right,’ I ses, very quick.

“‘Wot’s the matter?’ ses the skipper agin; and as ’e spoke it came over me like a flash wot a false persition I was in, and wot a nasty-tempered man ’e could be when ’e liked.

“‘Why didn’t you tell me you’d got a lady-friend there?’ ses the boy, shaking his ’ed at me.  ’Why, I might ’ave hit ‘er with a bit o’ coke, and never forgiven myself!’

“‘Lady-friend!’ ses the skipper, with a start.  ’Oh, Bill, I am surprised!’

“My throat was so dry I couldn’t ’ardly speak.  ‘It’s my missis,’ I ses, at last.

“‘Your missis?’ ses the skipper.  ’Woes she ‘iding behind there for?’

“‘She—­she’s shy,’ I ses.  ’Always was, all ’er life.  She can’t bear other people.  She likes to be alone with me.’

“‘Oh, watchman!’ ses the boy.  ‘I wonder where you expect to go to?’

“‘Missis my grandmother!’ ses the skipper, with a wink.  ’I’m going to ‘ave a peep.’

“‘Stand back!’ I ses, pushing ’im off.  ’I don’t spy on you, and I don’t want you to come spying on me.  You get off!  D’ye hear me?  Get off!’