I'm going to 'ave it for kindness to pore dumb animals.'
"Ear! 'ear!' ses Dicky Weed, winking at the others. 'Will you 'ave a bet
on it, Bob?'
"'No,' ses Bob Pretty; 'I don't want to win no man's money. I like to
earn my money in the sweat o' my brow.'
"'But you won't win it, Bob,' ses Dicky, grinning. 'Look 'ere! I'll lay
you a level bob you don't get it.'
"Bob shook his 'ead, and started talking to Bill Chambers about something
else.
"'I'll bet you two bob to one, Bob,' ses Dicky. 'Well, three to one,
then.'
"Bob sat up and looked at'im for a long time, considering, and at last he
ses, 'All right,' he ses, 'if Smith the landlord will mind the money I
will.'
"He 'anded over his shilling,' but very slow-like, and Dicky Weed 'anded
over 'is money. Arter that Bob sat looking disagreeable like, especially
when. Dicky said wot 'e was goin' to do with the money, and by an by Sam
Jones dared 'im to 'ave the same bet with 'im in sixpences.
"Bob Pretty 'ad a pint more beer to think it over, and arter Bill
Chambers 'ad stood 'im another, he said 'e would. He seemed a bit dazed
like, and by the time he went 'ome he 'ad made bets with thirteen of 'em.
Being Saturday night they 'ad all got money on 'em, and, as for Bob, he
always 'ad some. Smith took care of the money and wrote it all up on a
slate.
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