"S'welp me, you chaps, ain't none uv you a-goin' ter lend a 'and to a
mate wot's out uv a job? What's the blooming mystery? An' where's the
bloomin' boss?"
"Better see 'im in the mawning," supplemented Black Whiskers,
truculently. "He's busy now. Works all night sometimes, 'e does. But
there's a vacancy or two, I know, for factory 'ands. Bin a bit of
riotin' an' splittin' uv state secrets. But the fellers wot did it are
gorn now"--he laughed a trifle grimly--"won't never come troublin' 'ere
again. Pretty strict, marster is. But good work and good pay."
"And yer carnt arsk fer more, that's wot I ses!" threw in Dollops in his
shrill voice.
Now Cleek, all this time, had been edging more and more in the direction
of Borkins and his sinister companion who were standing a little apart,
but nevertheless were interested spectators of all that went on.
Having at last obtained his object, he cast about for a subject of
conversation and picked the barmaid whose rallies met with the approval
of the entire company, and who was at that moment carrying on a spirited
give-and-take conversation with the redoubtable Dollops.
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