nly feel the watch
over in my hand, making sure that it was really mine.

"But," said I, after a long pause of wonder, "you don't suppose that _I_
want to give you a hiding, eh?--and you a girl, too!"

"No."

"Then who's going to beat you?"

"Mother." After a moment she added reassuringly, "But I've got another
inside o' my bodice."

I whistled again, and called up Hartnoll, who had been lagging behind
sulkily. But he lost his sulks when I showed him the watch: and he too
whistled, and we stood stock-still gazing at the child, who had halted
with one bare foot on the edge of the gutter.

"She has another about her," said I. "She confessed it."

"Good Lord!" As the child made a motion to spring away, Hartnoll stepped
out across the gutter and intercepted her. "I--I say," he stammered,
"you don't by any chance happen to have my dirk?"

She fell to whimpering. "Lemme go . . . I took pity on yer an' done yer a
kindness . . . put myself out o' the way, I did, and this is what I get
for it. Thought you was kind-hearted, I did, and--if you don't lemme go,
I'll leave you to find your way, and before mornin' the crimps'll get
you." She threatened us, trembling with passion, shaking her finger at
the ugly darkness.

"Look here," said I, "if you said anything about another watch, understand
that I didn't hear. You don't suppose I want to take it from you?
I'm only too glad to have my own again, and thank you."

"I thought _'e_ might," she said, only half-reassured, jerking a nod
towards Hartnoll. "As for his dirk, I never took it, but I know the boy
as did. He lives the way we're going, and close down by the water; and if
you spring a couple o' tanners maybe I'll make him give it up."

"I'd give all I possess to get back that dirk," said Hartnoll, and I
believe he meant it.

"Come along, then,"--and we plunged yet deeper into the dark bowels of
Portsmouth. The child had quite recovered her confidence, and as we went
she explained to us quite frankly why her mother would be angry.
The night--if I may translate out of her own language, which I forget--
was an ideal one for pocket-picking, what with the crowd at the fair, and
the fog, and (best of all, it seemed) the constables almost to a man drawn
off to watch the roads around Fareham.

"But what," I asked, "is the matter with Fareham?"

My ignorance staggered her. "What? Hadn't we heard of the great
Prize-fight?" We had not. "Not the great fight c