"I don't know," he ses, going on wiping. "It's soft outside and 'ard
inside. It----"
"Let's 'ave a look at it," I ses, holding out my 'and.
"It's nothing," he ses, in a queer voice, getting up and steering for the
ladder. "Bit of oyster-shell, I think."
He was up that ladder hand over fist, with me close behind 'im, and as
soon as he 'ad got on to the wharf started to run to 'is ship.
"Good night, Bill," he ses, over 'is shoulder.
"Arf a moment." I ses, follering 'im.
"I must get aboard," he ses; "I believe I've got a chill," and afore I
could stop 'im he 'ad jumped on and run down to 'is cabin.
I stood on the jetty for a minute or two, trembling all over with cold
and temper. Then I saw he 'ad got a light in 'is cabin, and I crept
aboard and peeped down the skylight. And I just 'ad time to see some
sovereigns on the table, when he looked up and blew out the light.
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