"Then out with it," said Eales.
And Corlett came out with it.
"By Gosh!" said Eales—"by Gosh!"
He collapsed upon an adjacent pile of lumber and gasped.
"You've no right to be at sea," he said presently; "a man with your 'ead, Corlett, ought to 'ave a public-'ouse in a front street, and nothin' to pay for drinks. I've only three dollars on me. 'Ere's a dollar and an 'all. I owe you eight-fifty."
He walked ten yards and came back again.
"You should 'ave bumps on your 'ead," he sighed. "This is hintellec', Corlett. It ain't mere cleverness, this isn't."
"You don't say so," said the cockney modestly.
"I do say so," replied Eales with great firmness; "I say it freely."
And they walked up town.
"You see," said Corlett, "’ow the 'ole thing stows itself away. It 'ardly needs management. Lant and Gulliver 'ates 'im, and they're that jealous of Shanghai Smith down in 'Frisco with 'is games, they'll jump at this. And then it's well known Mr. Plump ain't got 'is master's
