If 'e should 'ear--I'm advisin' for yer _good_, mind--if 'e should 'ear as five 'orses was 'ung up on the wharf 'ere through S.'Olly an' Son's neglect, you may look out for ructions.

An' that's all I promise." She turned back towards the wharf, and even as Arthur Miles turned to follow they could hear the woman calling loudly, summoning her son from his tea in the kitchen.
"I reckon," commented Tilda, "I put the fear o' Bill into that woman.
You may 'a noticed I didn' like her looks." She led the way back to the wharf in some elation.

Twilight was gathering there and over the canal.

She had rounded the corner of the store, when, happening to glance towards the _Success to Commerce_, moored under the bank a bare twenty yards away, she halted, and with a gasp shrank close into the shadow.
"Collar 'Dolph! Grip old on 'im for the Lord's sake!" she whispered, and clutched Arthur Miles by the arm.
On the bank beside the boat stood a man.
"But what's the matter ?" the boy demanded.
"'Ush! Oh, 'ush an' lie close! It's Glasson!".