till their tongues ached, and at last, arter paying 'im four shillings and sixpence afore they started, he climbed up on the box and drove off. 

     The door was open when they got to their lodgings, but they 'ad to be careful because o' the landlady. It took the three of 'em to pull and push that dog upstairs, and Ginger took a dislike to dogs that 'e never really got over. They got 'im in the bedroom at last, and, arter they     'ad given 'im a drink o' water out o' the wash-hand basin, Ginger and Peter started to find fault with Sam Small. 

     "I know wot I'm about," ses Sam; "but, o' course, if you don't want your share, say so. Wot?" 

     "Talk sense!"  ses Ginger.  "We paid our share o' the cab, didn't we? And more fools us." 

     "There won't be no share," ses Peter Russet; "but if there is, we're going to'ave it." 

     They undressed themselves and got into bed, and Ginger 'adn't been in his five minutes afore the dog started to get in with 'im. When Ginger pushed 'im off 'e seemed to think he was having a game with 'im, and, arter pretending to bite 'im in play, he took the end of the counterpane in 'is mouth and tried to drag it off. 

     "Why don't you get to sleep, Ginger?"  ses Sam, who was just dropping off.  "'Ave a game with 'im in the morning." 

     Ginger gave the dog a punch in the chest, and, arter saying a few o' the things he'd like to do to Sam Small, he cuddled down in 'is bed and they all went off to sleep. All but the dog, that is. He seemed uneasy in     'is mind, and if 'e woke 'em up once by standing on his 'ind-legs and putting his fore-paws on their chest to see if they was still alive, he did arf-a-dozen times. 

     He dropped off to sleep at last, scratching 'imself, but about three o'clock in the morning Ginger woke up with a 'orrible start and sat up in bed shivering. Sam and Peter woke up, too, and, raising themselves in bed, looked at the dog, wot was sitting on its tail, with its 'ead back, moaning fit to break its 'art. 

     "Wot's the matter?"  ses old Sam, in a shaky voice.  "Stop it! Stop it, d'ye hear!" 

     "P'r'aps it's dying," ses Ginger, as the dog let off a 'owl like a steamer coming up the river.  "Stop it, you brute!" 

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