"We'll 'ave to git up a bit o' company o' nights for yer lady when she comes," said old Ocock, and spat under the table.
Purdy wrote from Tarrangower, where he had drifted: HOORAY, OLD DICK, GOLLY FOR YOU! OLD MAN DIDN'T I KICK UP A BOBBERY WHEN I HEARD THE NEWS.

NEVER WAS SO WELL PLEASED IN MY LIFE.

THAT'S ALL YOU NEEDED, DICK--NOW YOU'LL TURN INTO A FIRST-RATE COLONIAL.

HOW ABOUT THAT FIVER NOW I'D LIKE TO KNOW.

YOU CAN TELL POLLY FROM ME I SHALL PAY IT BACK WITH INTEREST ON THE FATAL DAY.