I don't know of anyone else.' 'I'll speak to 'im,' replied Easton.

'What's the time?
it must be nearly on it.' 'So it is: just on eight,' exclaimed Crass, and drawing his whistle he blew a shrill blast upon it to apprise the others of the fact.
'Has anyone seen old Jack Linden since 'e got the push ?' inquired Harlow during breakfast.
'I seen 'im Saterdy,' said Slyme.
'Is 'e doin' anything ?' 'I don't know: I didn't 'ave time to speak to 'im.' 'No, 'e ain't got nothing,' remarked Philpot.

'I seen 'im Saterdy night, an' 'e told me 'e's been walkin' about ever since.' Philpot did not add that he had 'lent' Linden a shilling, which he never expected to see again.
''E won't be able to get a job again in a 'urry,' remarked Easton.
''E's too old.' 'You know, after all, you can't blame Misery for sackin' 'im,' said Crass after a pause.

''E was too slow for a funeral.' 'I wonder how much YOU'LL be able to do when you're as old as he is ?' said Owen.
'P'raps I won't want to do nothing,' replied Crass with a feeble laugh.
'I'm goin' to live on me means.' 'I should say the best thing old Jack could do would be to go in the union,' said Harlow.
'Yes: I reckon that's what'll be the end of it,' said Easton in a matter-of-fact tone.
'It's a grand finish, isn't it ?' observed Owen.

'After working hard all one's life to be treated like a criminal at the end.' 'I don't know what you call bein' treated like criminals,' exclaimed Crass.