He 's up an' gone, ain't 'e? An' he 's all right here.
Nobody won't bother 'im.
An' I must say I ain't enjoying any great health m'self these days." The youth, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone, looked quickly up. He saw that he was swinging uncertainly on his legs and that his face had turned to a shade of blue. "Good Lord!" he cried, "you ain't goin' t'-- not you, too." The tattered man waved his hand.
"Nary die," he said.
"All I want is some pea soup an' a good bed.