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  Throw it clean into the gutter with the other cash he's shied. I been told to-day he's sayin' that his fiver saves his skin… Wonder what he meant, the blighter, that should make the fellows grin: …

Jumpin' Moses! … He can have it! Anywhere an' anywhen! Fivers? Let him talk of fivers! Holy wars, I'll make it ten! He'll get fightin', too, in plenty. If he likes I'll make it twenty! We shall see whose skin is safest an' whose hide is toughest then. I ain't got no grudge against him—only what the rotter's said. I ain't nothin' to the widow! … Here, old dog, we'll get to bed.