"'Let the pore feller go, I tell you,' ses Sam, stamping his foot. ''Ow
would you like to be locked up? 'Ow would you like to be torn away from
your wife and little ones? 'Ow would you--'
"'Fetch a policeman, Peter,' ses Ginger agin. 'D'ye hear?'
"'Don't do that, guv'nor,' ses the lodger. 'You got your money back.
Wot's the good o' putting me away?'
"'Got our wot back?' ses Ginger, shaking 'im agin. 'Don't you try and be
funny with me, else I'll tear you into little pieces.'
"'But he took it back,' ses the man, trying to sit up and pointing at
Sam. 'He follered me downstairs and took it all away from me. Your
ticker as well.'
"'Wot?' ses Ginger and Peter both together.
"Strue as I'm 'ere,' ses the lodger. 'You turn 'is pockets out and see.
Look out! He's going off!'
"Ginger turned his 'ead just in time to see old Sam nipping round the
corner. He pulled the lodger up like a flash, and, telling Peter to take
hold of the other side of him, they set off arter Sam.
"'Little-joke-o' mine-Ginger,' ses Sam, when they caught 'im. 'I was
going to tell you about it to-night.
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