ou never 'ear nothin' no more."

"Are you on, Joe?" asked Ravenslee, while the Old Un, swearing softly,
unlaced his gloves.

"But, crumbs, sir--axin' your pardon, things'll come a bit expensive,
won't they? Y' see--"

"So much the better, ye blighted perisher!" snarled the Old Un, "an'
don't forget as the Guv owes you thirty dollars a'ready--an' 'arves,
mind."

"Stow it, you old bag o' wickedness--"

"Bag o'--" the Old Un let fall the boxing gloves and turning on Joe,
reached up and shook a feeble old fist under the champion's massive
chin. "Look at this, me lad--look at this!" he croaked. "Some day I
shall ketch you sich a perishin' punch as'll double ye up till kingdom
come, me lad, and--Lord, the Guv's countin' out our money--"

"Thirty of 'em, Joe," said Ravenslee, holding out a wad of bills.

"Why, sir," said Joe, backing away, "axing yer pardon, but I'd rayther
not--you give me such uncommon good wages, sir, and a bonus every race
we run, win or lose--so, sir, I--I'd rayther not--"

"Not?" cried the Old Un, "not take money as is 'arf mine--Oh, kick 'im,
somebody--kick 'im! Pound 'im for a pigeon-'earted perishin' pork pig--"

"That'll be no sugar in your tea t'night, old viciousness! But, sir, I'd
rayther not--"

"Don't 'eed 'im, Guv--don't 'eed the flappin' flounder. If 'e wont
obleege ye in a little matter like thirty dollars, I will--I'll always
obleege you--"

"That's enough from you, old tombstones."

"Tombstones!" hissed the Old Un, scowling darkly and squaring his
trembling fists, "all right, me lad, 'ere 's where I ketch ye one as'll
flatten ye out till the day o' doom--"

Hereupon Joe caught him above the elbows, and lifting him in mighty
hands that yet were gentle, seated the snarling old fellow in the
armchair.

"Old Un," said he, shaking his finger, "if ye give me any more of
it--off t' bed I take ye without any tea at all!" The Old Un, cowering
beneath that portentous finger, swore plaintively and promptly subsided.

"And now," said Ravenslee, thrusting the money into Joe's reluctant
hand, "when I make a bargain, I generally keep it. I wish all my money
had been spent to such good purpose."

"What about me?" whined the old man humbly, "don't I get none, Joe-lad?"

"Not a cent, you old rasper!"

"Blimy, Guv, you won't forget a old cove as 'ud shed 'is best blood for
ye?"

"The Guv'nor don't want yer blood, old skin-and-bones. And now, come on,
sir--"

"Stay a minute, Joe, the