“Then you’ll be searched arter you’ve stepped ashore,” says Bill, “and you won’t be allowed on the ship ag’in.  You’ll lose it all by being greedy, whereas if you go shares with us you’ll ’ave two ’undered pounds.”

I could see as ’ow the boy ‘adn’t thought o’ that, and try as ’e would ’e couldn’t ’ide ’is feelin’s.  He called Bill a red-nosed shark, and ’e called me somethin’ I’ve forgotten now.

“Think it over,” says Bill; “mind, you’ll be collared as soon as you’ve left the gangway and searched by the police.”

“And will they tickle the cook too, I wonder?” says Jimmy, savagely.

“And if they find it you’ll go to prison,” says Bill, giving ’im a clump o’ the side o’ the ’ead, “and you won’t like that, I can tell you.”

“Why, ain’t it nice, Bill?” says Jimmy, holding ’is ear.

Bill looked at ’im and then ’e steps to the ladder.  “I’m not going to talk to you any more, my lad,” ’e says.  “I’m going to tell the skipper.”

He went up slowly, and just as ’e reached the deck Jimmy started up and called ’im.  Bill pretended not to ’ear, and the boy ran up on deck and follered ’im; and arter a little while they both came down again together.

“Did you wish to speak to me, my lad?” says Bill, ’olding ’is ’ead up.

“Yes,” says the boy, fiddling with ’is fingers; “if you keep your ugly mouth shut, we’ll go shares.”

“Ho!” says Bill, “I thought you throwed it overboard!”

“I thought so, too, Bill,” says Jimmy, very softly, “and when I came below ag’in I found it in my trousers pocket.”

“Where is it now?” says Bill.

“Never mind where it is,” says the boy; “you couldn’t get it if I was to tell you.  It’ll take me all my time to do it myself.”

“Where is it?” says Bill, ag’in.  “I’m goin’ to take care of it.  I won’t trust you.”

“And I can’t trust you,” says Jimmy.

“If you don’t tell me where it is this minute,” says Bill, moving to the ladder ag’in, “I’m off to tell the skipper.  I want it in my ’ands, or at any rate my share of it.  Why not share it out now?”

“Because I ’aven’t got it,” says Jimmy, stamping ’is foot, “that’s why, and it’s all your silly fault.  Arter you came pawing through my pockets when you thought I was asleep I got frightened and ’id it.”

“Where?” says Bill.

“In the second mate’s mattress,” says Jimmy.  “I was tidying up down aft and I found a ’ole in the underneath side of ’is mattress and I shoved it in there, and poked it in with a bit o’ stick.”

“And ’ow are you going to get it?” says Bill, scratching ’is ’ead.

“That’s wot I don’t know, seeing that I’m not allowed aft now,” says Jimmy.  “One of us’ll ’ave to make a dash for it when we get to London.  And mind if there’s any ’ankypanky on your part, Bill, I’ll give the show away myself.”

The cook came down just then and we ’ad to leave off talking, and I could see that Bill was so pleased at finding that the money ’adn’t been thrown overboard that ‘e was losing sight o’ the difficulty o’ getting at it.  In a day or two, ’owever, ’e see it as plain as me and Jimmy did, and, as time went by, he got desprit, and frightened us both by ’anging about aft every chance ’e got.