“Where’s the dog?” ses Sam.

“Tied up,” I ses.  “Wot’s the matter?  ’Ave you all gorn mad?”

They didn’t answer me.  They ran on to the jetty, and afore I could turn round a’most they ’ad got the dog loose and was dragging it towards me, smiling all over their faces.

“Reward,” ses Ginger, as I caught ’old of ’im by the coat.  “Five pounds —­landlord of a pub—­at Bow—­come on, Sam!”

“Why don’t you keep your mouth shut, Ginger?” ses Sam.

“Five pounds!” I ses.  “Five pounds!  Hurrah!”

“Wot are you hurraying about?” ses Sam, very short.

“Why,” I ses, “I s’pose——­Here, arf a moment!”

“Can’t stop,” ses Sam, going arter the others.

I watched ’em up the road, and then I locked the gate and walked up and down the wharf thinking wot a funny thing money is, and ’ow it alters people’s natures.  And arter all, I thought that three arf-dollars earned honest was better than a reward for hiding another man’s dog.

I finished tidying up, and at nine o’clock I went into the office for a quiet smoke.  I couldn’t ’elp wondering ’ow them three ’ad got on, and just as I was thinking about it there came the worst ringing at the gate-bell I ’ave ever ’eard in my life, and the noise of heavy boots kicking the gate.  It was so violent I ’ardly liked to go at fust, thinking it might be bad news, but I opened it at last, and in bust Sam Small, with Ginger and Peter.

For five minutes they all talked at once, with their nasty fists ’eld under my nose.  I couldn’t make lead or tail of it at fust, and then I found as ’ow they ’ad got the dog back with them, and that the landlord ’ad said ’e wasn’t the one.

“But ’e said as he thought the collar was his,” ses Sam. “’Ow do you account for that?”

“P’r’aps he made a mistake,” I ses; “or p’r’aps he thought you’d turn the dog adrift and he’d get it back for nothing.  You know wot landlords are.  Try ’im agin.”

“I’d pretty well swear he ain’t the same dog,” ses Peter Russet, looking in a puzzled way at Sam and Ginger.

“You take ’im back to-morrow night,” I ses.  “It’s a nice walk to Bow.  And then come back and beg my pardon.  I want to ’ave a word with this policeman here.  Goodnight.”