Part 63 (1/2)
Yer've no right to come down and pick what's meant for poor people
Give 'em here”
He wrenched the basket frost the furze-bushes, sending the basket after the and stealing here
How d'yer like that, young blunt 'un?”
”Not at all,” said To about the corners of his lips and in his teot to like it, and so I tell yer Smell that”
He placed his fist within an inch of To it, for it was strong of pulling onions, or peeling theot with yer?”
”Only another sixpence,” said Tom a little huskily
”Hand it over, then, and look sharp about it, 'fore it's the worse for yer”
He caught hold of To sidle up and growl, ”Hear that? You giveat you, and see how yer like that Now, then, where's that sixpence?”
”I'll give it to you if you'll leave go,” said Tom quietly ”Look here, Pete, I don't want to quarrel with you”
”That yer don't I should like to see you Give it here”
”I want to be friends with you, and try to do soot to bring ive it yer, so as you'd wish yer'd never been born I'll larn yer Give o first”
”Give's that sixpence, d'yer hear?” cried Pete, clapping his other hand on To him
”Don't do that,” cried Tohter
”Course it does; but that arn't nothing Hand over that there sixpence, or--”
He gave a savage shake, which made Tom turn deadly pale, and shake himself free
”What!” roared Pete ”Oh, yer would, would yer? Lay hold on hi, which had been snuffling and growling about, needed no further urging, but sprang at Toht the cur under the jaw, knocking it over, and sending it in a dis out with so to its nose, and then dashed off with its tail between its legs as hard as it could go, leaving a little viper wriggling back over the short grass to get back to the shelter of the furze
Pete Warboys looked perfectly astounded at To for a fewit to horror and desperate fear, he ran at his enein see-sawing him to and fro