Part 7 (1/2)
”Give in? What for? I arn't done nothing Charge him; he's the thief”
Don started as if the word _thief_ were a stinging lash
Jem loosed his hold, and with double fists dashed at the scoundrel
”You say Master Don's a thief!”
”Silence, Wimble! Stand back, sir,” cried Uncle Josiah, sternly
”But, sir--”
”Silence,
”Charge him, I say,” continued Mike, boisterously; ”and if you won't, I will Look here, Mr S to his uncle's desk and taking all the gold, and leaving all the silver in a little hogamee bowl”
”You seeriht hiuineas, and it run away under the desk, and he couldn't find it”
”You saw all that, eh?” said the constable
”Every bit of it I swears to it, sir”
”And how came you to be in the office to see it?”
”How co; ”how come I in the office to see it?”
”Yes Your work's in the yard, isn't it?”
”Course it is,” said Mike, with plenty of effrontery; ”but I heerd thelike, and I went in to see”
”And very kind of you too, Mike,” said the constable, jocularly ”Don't you forget to tell that to the istrits? Master arn't going to give me in custody, I know”
”Indeed, but I am, you scoundrel,” cried Uncle Josiah, wrathfully ”You are one of the worst kind of thieves--”
”Here, take that back, s who bite the hand that has fed them”
”I tell yer it was hiht, Mike, you tell the et”
”I arn't going 'fore no ru a pair of handcuffs from his pocket ”Now then, is it to be quietly?”