CHAPTER XV.
It was late on the afternoon of the day following when he turned up at Clarges Street and threw Dollops into a very transport of delight at the bare sight of him.
"Crumbs, Gov'nor, but I am glad to see you, sir!" said the boy, with a look of positive adoration.

"A fish out o' water ain't a patch to wot I've felt like--Lord, no! Why, sir, it's the first time you've ever been away from me since you took me on; and the dreams I've had is enough to drive a body fair dotty.

I've seen parties a-stickin' knives in your back and puttin' poison in your food and doin' the Lord knows wot not to you, sir; and every blessed nerve in my body has been a doin' of a constant shake--like a jelly-fish on a cold day." Cleek laughed, and catching him by the shoulder whirled him round, looked at him, and then clapped him on the back.
"Look here, don't you get to worrying and to developing nerves, young man," he said, "or I shall have to ship you off somewhere for a long rest; and I'm just beginning to feel as if I couldn't do without you.
What you want is a change; and what I want is the river, so, if there is no message from The Yard--" "There isn't, sir." "Good.

Then 'phone through to Mr.Narkom and tell him that you and I are going for a few days up the river as far as Henley, and that we are going to break it on Wednesday to go to the Derby." "Gov'nor! Gawd's truth, sir, you aren't never a-goin' to give me two sich treats as that?
From now till Thursday with jist you--jist _you_, sir?
I'll go balmy on the crumpet--I'll get to stickin' straws in my bloomin' 'air!" "You 'get to' the telephone and send that message to The Yard, if you know when you're well off," said Cleek, laughing.

"And, after that, out with the kit bag and in with such things as we shall need; and--Hullo! what's this thing ?" "A necktie and a rose bush wot I took the liberty of buyin' for you, sir, bein' as you give me ten shillin's for myself," said Dollops sheepishly.