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“Ginger Dick looks at ’em ‘ard, ‘e did, and then, ‘e ses, jeering like:

“‘I ‘spose you don’t want any Post Office money-orders sent you, then?’ he ses.

“‘No,’ says Sam and Peter, both together.

“‘You may have ’em all,’ ses Sam; ‘but if you’ll be ruled by us, Ginger, you’ll give it up, same as wot we ‘ave–you’ll sleep the sweeter for it.’

“‘Give it up!’ shouts Ginger, dancing up an’ down the room, ‘arter being tattooed all over? Why, you must be crazy, Sam–wot’s the matter with you?’

“‘It ain’t fair play agin a woman,’ says old Sam, ‘three strong men agin one poor old woman; that’s wot we feel, Ginger.’

“‘Well, I don’t feel like it,’ ses Ginger; ‘you please yourself, and I’ll please myself.’

“‘E went off in a huff, an’ next morning ‘e was so disagreeable that Sam an’ Peter went and signed on board a steamer called the Penguin, which was to sail the day arter. They parted bad friends all round, and Ginger Dick gave Peter a nasty black eye, and Sam said that when Ginger came to see things in a proper way agin he’d be sorry for wot ‘e’d said. And ‘e said that ‘im and Peter never wanted to look on ‘is face agin.

“Ginger Dick was a bit lonesome arter they’d gone, but ‘e thought it better to let a few days go by afore ‘e went and adopted the red-‘aired landlady. He waited a week, and at last, unable to wait any longer, ‘e went out and ‘ad a shave and smartened hisself up, and went off to the Blue Lion.

“It was about three o’clock when ‘e got there, and the little public-‘ouse was empty except for two old men in the jug-and-bottle entrance. Ginger stopped outside a minute or two to try and stop ‘is trembling, and then ‘e walks into the private bar and raps on the counter.

“‘Glass o’ bitter, ma’am, please,’ he ses to the old lady as she came out o’ the little parlour at the back o’ the bar.

“The old lady drew the beer, and then stood with one ‘and holding the beer-pull and the other on the counter, looking at Ginger Dick in ‘is new blue jersey and cloth cap.

“‘Lovely weather, ma’am,’ ses Ginger, putting his left arm on the counter and showing the sailor-boy dancing the hornpipe.

“‘Very nice,’ ses the landlady, catching sight of ‘is wrist an’ staring at it. ‘I suppose you sailors like fine weather?’

“‘Yes, ma’am,’ ses Ginger, putting his elbows on the counter so that the tattoo marks on both wrists was showing. ‘Fine weather an’ a fair wind suits us.’

“‘It’s a ‘ard life, the sea,’ ses the old lady.

“She kept wiping down the counter in front of ‘im over an’ over agin, an’ ‘e could see ‘er staring at ‘is wrists as though she could ‘ardly believe her eyes. Then she went back into the parlour, and Ginger ‘eard her whispering, and by and by she came out agin with the blue-eyed barmaid.

“‘Have you been at sea long?’ ses the old lady.

“‘Over twenty-three years, ma’am,’ ses Ginger, avoiding the barmaid’s eye wot was fixed on ‘is wrists, ‘and I’ve been shipwrecked four times; the fust time when I was a little nipper o’ fourteen.’

“‘Pore thing,’ ses the landlady, shaking ‘er ‘ead. ‘I can feel for you; my boy went to sea at that age, and I’ve never seen ‘im since.’

“‘I’m sorry to ‘ear it, ma’am,’ ses Ginger, very respectful-like. ‘I suppose I’ve lost my mother, so I can feel for you.’

“‘Suppose you’ve lost your mother!’ ses the barmaid; ‘don’t you know whether you have?’

“‘No,’ ses Ginger Dick, very sad. ‘When I was wrecked the fust time I was in a open boat for three weeks, and, wot with the exposure and ‘ardly any food, I got brain-fever and lost my memory.’

“‘Pore thing,’ ses the landlady agin.

“‘I might as well be a orfin,’ ses Ginger, looking down; ‘sometimes I seem to see a kind, ‘and-some face bending over me, and fancy it’s my mother’s, but I can’t remember ‘er name, or my name, or anythink about ‘er.’