The weather was dirty that day and there was a bit o’ sea running, consequently all ’ands was on deck, and a boy about sixteen wot used to ‘elp the steward down aft was lookin’ arter Thomas.  Me and Bill just run down to give a look at the old man in time.

“I am going to take it with me, Bill,” says the old man.

“That’s right,” says Bill.

“My mind’s—­easy now,” says Thomas.  “I gave it to Jimmy—­to—­to—­throw overboard for me.”

“Wot?” says Bill, staring.

“That’s right, Bill,” says the boy.  “He told me to.  It was a little packet o’ banknotes.  He gave me tuppence for doing it.”

Old Thomas seemed to be listening.  ’Is eyes was open, and ’e looked artful at Bill to think what a clever thing ’e’d done.

“Nobody’s goin’-to spend-my money,” ’e says.  “Nobody’s”

We drew back from ’is bunk and stood staring at ’im.  Then Bill turned to the boy.

“Go and tell the skipper ’e’s gone,” ’e says, “and mind, for your own sake, don’t tell the skipper or anybody else that you’ve thrown all that money overboard.”

“Why not?” says Jimmy.

“Becos you’ll be locked up for it,” says Bill; “you’d no business to do it.  You’ve been and broke the law.  It ought to ha’ been left to somebody.”

Jimmy looked scared, and arter ’e was gone I turned to Bill, and I looks at ’im and I says “What’s the little game, Bill?”

“Game?” said Bill, snorting at me.  “I don’t want the pore boy to get into trouble, do I?  Pore little chap.  You was young yourself once.”

“Yes,” I says; “but I’m a bit older now, Bill, and unless you tell me what your little game is, I shall tell the skipper myself, and the chaps too.  Pore old Thomas told ’im to do it, so where’s the boy to blame?”

“Do you think Jimmy did?” says Bill, screwing up his nose at me.  “That little varmint is walking about worth six ’undered quid.  Now you keep your mouth shut and I’ll make it worth your while.”

Then I see Bill’s game.  “All right, I’ll keep quiet for the sake of my half,” I says, looking at ’im.

I thought he’d ha’ choked, and the langwidge ’e see fit to use was a’most as much as I could answer.

“Very well, then,” ’e says, at last, “halves it is.  It ain’t robbery becos it belongs to nobody, and it ain’t the boy’s becos ’e was told to throw it overboard.”

They buried pore old Thomas next morning, and arter it was all over Bill put ’is ’and on the boy’s shoulder as they walked for’ard and ’e says, “Poor old Thomas ’as gone to look for ’is money,” he says; “wonder whether ’e’ll find it!  Was it a big bundle, Jimmy?”

“No,” says the boy, shaking ’is ’ead.  “They was six ’undered pound notes and two sovereigns, and I wrapped the sovereigns up in the notes to make ’em sink.  Fancy throwing money away like that, Bill:  seems a sin, don’t it?”

Bill didn’t answer ’im, and that afternoon the other chaps below being asleep we searched ’is bunk through and through without any luck, and at last Bill sat down and swore ‘e must ha’ got it about ’im.