“You’ll lose the best of it if you go now,” ses old Isaac, in a whisper; “in the next picture there’s little frogs and devils sitting on the edge of the pot as ’e goes to drink.”

“Ginger Dick got up and nodded to Peter.”

“Arter that ’e kills ’is mother with a razor,” ses old Isaac, pleading with ’im and ’olding on to ’is coat.

Ginger Dick sat down agin, and when the murder was over ’e said it made ’im feel faint, and ’im and Peter Russet went out for a breath of fresh air.  They ’ad three at the first place, and then they moved on to another and forgot all about Isaac and the dissolving views until ten o’clock, when Ginger, who ’ad been very liberal to some friends ’e’d made in a pub, found ’e’d spent ’is last penny.

“This comes o’ listening to a parcel o’ teetotalers,” ’e ses, very cross, when ’e found that Peter ’ad spent all ’is money too.  “Here we are just beginning the evening and not a farthing in our pockets.”

They went off ’ome in a very bad temper.  Old Isaac was asleep in ’is bed, and when they woke ’im up and said that they was going to take charge of their money themselves ’e kept dropping off to sleep agin and snoring that ’ard they could scarcely hear themselves speak.  Then Peter tipped Ginger a wink and pointed to Isaac’s trousers, which were ’anging over the foot of the bed.

Ginger Dick smiled and took ’em up softly, and Peter Russet smiled too; but ’e wasn’t best pleased to see old Isaac a-smiling in ’is sleep, as though ’e was ’aving amusing dreams.  All Ginger found was a ha’-penny, a bunch o’ keys, and a cough lozenge.  In the coat and waistcoat ’e found a few tracks folded up, a broken pen-knife, a ball of string, and some other rubbish.  Then ‘e set down on the foot o’ their bed and made eyes over at Peter.

“Wake ’im up agin,” ses Peter, in a temper.

Ginger Dick got up and, leaning over the bed, took old Isaac by the shoulders and shook ’im as if ‘e’d been a bottle o’ medicine.

“Time to get up, lads?” ses old Isaac, putting one leg out o’ bed.

“No, it ain’t,” ses Ginger, very rough; “we ain’t been to bed yet.  We want our money back.”

Isaac drew ‘is leg back into bed agin.  “Goo’ night,” he ses, and fell fast asleep.

“He’s shamming, that’s wot ’e is,” ses Peter Russet.  “Let’s look for it.  It must be in the room somewhere.”

They turned the room upside down pretty near, and then Ginger Dick struck a match and looked up the chimney, but all ’e found was that it ’adn’t been swept for about twenty years, and wot with temper and soot ’e looked so frightful that Peter was arf afraid of ’im.

“I’ve ’ad enough of this,” ses Ginger, running up to the bed and ’olding his sooty fist under old Isaac’s nose.  “Now, then, where’s that money?  If you don’t give us our money, our ‘ard-earned money, inside o’ two minutes, I’ll break every bone in your body.”