“Very good,” ses the old man.  “I don’t want to force my company on nobody,” and after thinking ’ard for a minute or two he put ’is ’and in ’is trouser-pocket and gave them eighteen-pence each.

[Illustration:  “‘Wot’s this for?’ ses Ginger.”]

“Wot’s this for?” ses Ginger, staring at the money.  “Matches?”

“That’s your day’s allowance,” ses Isaac, “and it’s plenty.  There’s ninepence for your dinner, fourpence for your tea, and twopence for a crust o’ bread and cheese for supper.  And if you must go and drown yourselves in beer, that leaves threepence each to go and do it with.”

Ginger tried to speak to ’im, but ’is feelings was too much for ’im, and ’e couldn’t.  Then Peter Russet swallered something ’e was going to say and asked old Isaac very perlite to make it a quid for ’im because he was going down to Colchester to see ’is mother, and ’e didn’t want to go empty-’anded.

“You’re a good son, Peter,” ses old Isaac, “and I wish there was more like you.  I’ll come down with you, if you like; I’ve got nothing to do.”

Peter said it was very kind of ’im, but ’e’d sooner go alone, owing to his mother being very shy afore strangers.

“Well, I’ll come down to the station and take a ticket for you,” ses Isaac.

Then Peter lost ’is temper altogether, and banged ’is fist on the table and smashed ’arf the crockery.  He asked Isaac whether ’e thought ’im and Ginger Dick was a couple o’ children, and ’e said if ’e didn’t give ’em all their money right away ’e’d give ’im in charge to the first policeman they met.

“I’m afraid you didn’t intend for to go and see your mother, Peter,” ses the old man.

“Look ’ere,” ses Peter, “are you going to give us that money?”

“Not if you went down on your bended knees,” ses the old man.

“Very good,” says Peter, getting up and walking outside; “then come along o’ me to find a police-man.”

“I’m agreeable,” ses Isaac, “but I’ve got the paper you signed.”

Peter said ’e didn’t care twopence if ’e’d got fifty papers, and they walked along looking for a police-man, which was a very unusual thing for them to do.

“I ’ope for your sakes it won’t be the same police-man that you and Ginger Dick set on in Gun Alley the night afore you shipped on the Planet,” ses Isaac, pursing up ’is lips.

“’Tain’t likely to be,” ses Peter, beginning to wish ’e ’adn’t been so free with ’is tongue.

“Still, if I tell ’im, I dessay he’ll soon find ’im,” ses Isaac; “there’s one coming along now, Peter; shall I stop ’im?”

Peter Russet looked at ’im and then he looked at Ginger, and they walked by grinding their teeth.  They stuck to Isaac all day, trying to get their money out of ’im, and the names they called ’im was a surprise even to themselves.  And at night they turned the room topsy-turvy agin looking for their money and ’ad more unpleasantness when they wanted Isaac to get up and let ’em search the bed.