"I wonder 'ow the poor bloke feels, that fell down an' 'urt 'imself ?" "D'ye think 'e knows enough ter give us away ?" asked Chook, anxiously.
"No fear," said Jonah.

"I make the Ivy Street Push a present of that little lot." "Well, I s'pose a sleep's the next best thing," replied Chook, and in a minute was snoring.
Jonah finished undressing slowly.

As he unlaced his boots, he noticed a dark patch on one toe.

It looked as if he had kicked something wet.
He examined the stain without repugnance, and thought of the bricklayer.
"Serve the cow right," he thought.

"'Ope it stiffens 'im!" Again he examined the patch of blood attentively, wondering if it would leave a mark on his tan boots, of which he was very proud.