"Are you twisted up inside now ?" he asked.
Billy laid a grimy hand on the region of his stomach and the filthy little waist sank close to the backbone.

"Bet yer life, boss," he said cheerfully.
"How long have you been twisted ?" asked Sinton.
Billy appealed to the others.

"When was it we had the stuff on the bridge ?" "Yesterday morning," said the girl.
"Is that all gone ?" asked Sinton.
"She went and told us to take it home," said Billy ruefully, "and 'cos she said to, we took it.

Pa had come back, he was drinking some more, and he ate a lot of it--almost the whole thing, and it made him sick as a dog, and he went and wasted all of it.

Then he got drunk some more, and now he's asleep again.