All right, run me in, sir.

Any'ow, I'll 'ave a bit to eat and a bed to sleep in to-night, and that's one comfort--" Cleek had been watching the boy closely, narrowly, with an ever-deepening interest; now he loosened the grip of his fingers and let his hand drop to his side.
"Suppose I don't 'run you in,' as you put it?
Suppose I take a chance and lend you five shillings, will you do some work and pay it back to me in time ?" he asked.
The boy looked up at him and laughed in his face.
"Look 'ere, Gov'nor, it's playin' it low down to lark wiv a chap jist before you're goin' to 'ang 'im," he said.

"You come off your blessed perch." "Right," said Cleek.

"And now you get up on yours and let us see what you're made of." Then he put his hand into his trousers pocket; there was a chink of coins and two half-crowns lay on his outstretched palm.
"There you are--off with you now, and if you are any good, turn up some time to-night at No.

204, Clarges Street, and ask for Captain Horatio Burbage.