I dived deeply into my trousers-pocket, as if feeling for the price of a "liquor," and the man having involuntarily allowed me a little swing for this, I suddenly put up my shoulders, and ran at him as if my head were a battering-ram, and his moleskin waistcoat the wall of a beleaguered city, and then wrenching myself from his grasp, and dodging the leg he had put out to trip me, I fled blindly down the quay.
No one can take orange-peel into account, however.

I slipped on a large piece and came headlong, with the aggravation of hearing my enemy breathing hoarsely close above me.

As regards him, I suppose it was lucky that my fall jerked the shilling and the penny out of my pocket, for as the shilling rolled away he went after it, and I saw him no more.
What I did see when I sat up was the last of my penny (which had rolled in another direction), as it gave one final turn and fell into the dock.
I could have cried with vexation, and partly with fatigue, for it was getting late, and I was getting tired.

I had fallen soft enough, as it happened, for I found myself on a heap of seeds, some kind of small bean, and the yielding mass made a pleasant resting-place.

There was no one very near, and I moved round to the back of the heap to be still more out of sight, and sat down to try and think what it was best to do.
If my slops were really a sort of uniform to which I was not entitled, they would do me more harm than good.