As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before.
'What'll Fagin say ?' inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question.
'What ?' repeated Charley Bates.
'Ah, what ?' said the Dodger.
'Why, what should he say ?' inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressive.

'What should he say ?' Mr.Dawkins whistled for a couple of minutes; then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice.
'What do you mean ?' said Charley.
'Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum,' said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance.
This was explanatory, but not satisfactory.

Master Bates felt it so; and again said, 'What do you mean ?' The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm, thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the bridge of his nose some half-dozen times in a familiar but expressive manner, and turning on his heel, slunk down the court.

Master Bates followed, with a thoughtful countenance.
The noise of footsteps on the creaking stairs, a few minutes after the occurrence of this conversation, roused the merry old gentleman as he sat over the fire with a saveloy and a small loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife in his right; and a pewter pot on the trivet.

There was a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened.
'Why, how's this ?' muttered the Jew: changing countenance; 'only two of 'em?
Where's the third?
They can't have got into trouble.