k into barracks, when I
was sentry at the gate? Why, the whole bundle ain't worth
eighteenpence--and I've worked hard for it."
"Half-shares?" reiterated Bill, not melted in the least by the memory of
ancient benefits.
"No, by G----!" said Bags in great wrath.
"Serg----," began Bill in an elevated voice, porting his arms at the
same time.
"Stop!" said Bags; "don't call the sergeant. Half is better nor nothing,
if ye're going to behave like that. We'll say half, then."
"Ah," said Bill, returning to his former position--"I thought we should
agree. And now let's see 'em, Tongs."
Muttering still his disapprobation of this unworthy treatment, Bags put
his bundle on the stone embrasure of the battery, and began to unfold
it.
Eighteenpence was certainly a low valuation. Bags appeared to have
visited a jeweller's shop. Watches, rings, bracelets, gold chains, and
brooches glittered on the dingy surface of the handkerchief.
"My eye!" said Bill, unable to repress a low laugh of delight--"why,
we'll turn bankers when we've sold 'em. Tongs and Co.--eh?" said Bill
with considerable humour.
Bags, however, told him he was altogether mistaken in his
estimate--most of the things were pinchbeck, he said, and the stones all
glass; and, to save Bill any trouble, he offered to dispose of them
himself to the best possible advantage, and bring his partner his share
of the proceeds, which would certainly be at least ninepence, and might
perhaps be half-a-dollar. This arrangement did not, however, meet the
approbation of the astute William, who insisted on dividing the spoils
by lot. But here, again, there was a slight misunderstanding, for both
fixed their affections on a gigantic watch, which never could have been
got into any modern pocket, and whose face was ornamented with paintings
from the heathen mythology. Both of them supposed, from the size and the
brilliancy of the colours, that this must be of immense value. Finding
they were not likely to come to a speedy arrangement on this point, they
agreed to postpone the division of the spoils till morning.
"I'll tell ye where to put it, Bags," said Bill. "These here guns in
this battery haven't been fired for years, nor ain't likely to be,
though they loaded 'em the other day. Take out the wad of this one, and
put in the bundle."
Bags approved of the idea, withdrew the wad from the muzzle of the gun,
put in the bundle as far as his arm would reach, and then replaced th
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