I struggled manfully, but was mastered by my qualms, and half-a-dozen mouthfuls of skilly and bread was the measure of my success.

The man beside me ate his own share, and mine to boot, scraped the pannikins, and looked hungrily for more.
"I met a 'towny,' and he stood me too good a dinner," I explained.
"An' I 'aven't 'ad a bite since yesterday mornin'," he replied.
"How about tobacco ?" I asked.

"Will the bloke bother with a fellow now ?" "Oh no," he answered me.

"No bloomin' fear.

This is the easiest spike goin'.