"Mister," he cried in the darkness, not knowing how else to address his protector.

"I mun go whoam." "Wot ?" exclaimed the other.

"Thought better of it already?
Well, go, then, yer little 'eathen 'ippocrite!" "I'll coom back," said Paul.
"Yer afeared, yer little rat," said Barney Bill, out of the blackness.
"I'm not," retorted Paul indignantly.

"I'm freeten'd of nowt." "Then what d'yer want to go for?
If you've made up yer mind to come along of me, just stay where you are.

If you go home they'll nab you and whack you for staying out late, and lock you up, and you'll not be able to get out in time in the morning.