''E'll get no more 'ere! I don't want no drunken men in my 'ouse.

Who asked you to interfere ?' 'Now then!' exclaimed the barman to the cause of the trouble, 'Outside!' 'Not me!' said the Semi-drunk firmly.

'Not before I've 'ad my 'arf--' But before he could conclude, the barman had clutched him by the collar, dragged him violently to the door and shot him into the middle of the road, where he fell in a heap almost under the wheels of a brewer's dray that happened to be passing.

This accomplished, Alf shut the door and retired behind the counter again.
'Serve 'im bloody well right,' said Crass.
'I couldn't 'elp laughin' when I seen 'im go flyin' through the bloody door,' said Bundy.
'You oughter 'ave more sense than to go interferin' like that,' said Crass to Philpot.

'It was nothing to do with you.' Philpot made no reply.