'You take off them two back tires,' I says, 'while I sit 'ere an meditate on the ways of Harabs! Maybe you're Moses,' I says, 'an know 'ow to work a miracle.' "But the only miracle about that bloke's 'is nerve.

'E gets out, 'an begins to walk straight on up'ill without as much as a by- your-leave.

I shouts to 'im to come back.

But 'e walks on.

So I picks up a stone off the pile I was sittin' on, an' I plugs 'im good--'its 'im fair between the shoulder-blades.