The half-hour and the rum and water running out together, Joe got up to go, and took me by the hand.
"Stop half a moment, Mr.Gargery," said the strange man.

"I think I've got a bright new shilling somewhere in my pocket, and if I have, the boy shall have it." He looked it out from a handful of small change, folded it in some crumpled paper, and gave it to me.

"Yours!" said he.

"Mind! Your own." I thanked him, staring at him far beyond the bounds of good manners, and holding tight to Joe.

He gave Joe good-night, and he gave Mr.Wopsle good-night (who went out with us), and he gave me only a look with his aiming eye,--no, not a look, for he shut it up, but wonders may be done with an eye by hiding it.
On the way home, if I had been in a humor for talking, the talk must have been all on my side, for Mr.Wopsle parted from us at the door of the Jolly Bargemen, and Joe went all the way home with his mouth wide open, to rinse the rum out with as much air as possible.