He therefore wished to get rid of the fellow before the drink affected him further and made him helplessly drunk.

The Semi-drunk listened with indignation and wrath to the landlord's insulting words.
'I shall go when the bloody 'ell I like!' he shouted.

'I shan't ask you nor nobody else! Who the bloody 'ell are you?
You're nobody! See?
Nobody! It's orf the likes of me that you gets your bloody livin'! I shall stop 'ere as long as I bloody well like, and if you don't like it you can go to 'ell!' 'Oh! Yer will, will yer ?' said the Old Dear.

'We'll soon see about that.' And, opening the door at the back of the bar, he roared out: 'Alf!' 'Yes, sir,' replied a voice, evidently from the basement.
'Just come up 'ere.' 'All right,' replied the voice, and footsteps were heard ascending some stairs.
'You'll see some fun in a minute,' gleefully remarked Crass to Easton.
The polyphone continued to play 'The Boys of the Bulldog Breed.' Philpot crossed over to the Semi-drunk.

'Look 'ere, old man,' he whispered, 'take my tip and go 'ome quietly.