t slep' with the monkeys they wouldn't
ha' died. He said if Sam knew more about monkeys than wot 'e did, why
didn't 'e put 'is money in them instead o' green parrots wot pulled
their feathers out and died of cold.

"'Talking about monkeys,' ses Ginger Dick, interrupting old Sam
suddenly, 'wot about young Beauty here?'

"'Well, wot about him?' ses the nevy, in a nasty sort o' way.

"'W'y, 'e's worth forty monkeys an' millions o' green parrots,' ses
Ginger, starting up; 'an' here 'e is a-wasting of 'is opportunities,
going about dressed like a Christian. Open your mouth, Beauty, and stick
your tongue out and roll your eyes a bit.'

"'W'y not leave well alone, Ginger?' ses Russet; and I thought so too.
Young Beauty was quite enough for me without that.

"'Ter 'blige me,' ses Ginger, anxiously, 'just make yourself as ugly as
wot you can, Beauty.'

"'Leave 'im alone,' ses old Sam, as his nevy snarled at 'em. 'You ain't
everybody's money yourself, Ginger.'

"'I tell you, mates,' ses Ginger, speaking very slow and solemn,
'there's a fortin in 'im. I was lookin' at 'im just now, trying to think
who 'e reminded me of. At fust I thought it was that big stuffed monkey
we saw at Melbourne, then I suddenly remembered it was a wild man of
Borneo I see when I was a kid up in Sunderland. When I say 'e was a
'andsome, good-'arted looking gentleman alongside o' you, Beauty, do you
begin to get my meaning?'

"'Wot's the idea, Ginger?' ses Sam, getting up to lend me and Russet a
'and with 'is nevy.

"'My idea is this,' ses Ginger; 'take 'is cloes off 'im and dress 'im up
in that there winder-blind, or something o' the kind; tie 'im up with a
bit o' line, and take 'im round to Ted Reddish in the 'Ighway and sell
'im for a 'undered quid as a wild man of Borneo.'

"'Wot?' screams Beauty, in an awful voice. 'Let go, Peter; let go, d'ye
hear?'

"''Old your noise, Beauty, while your elders is speaking,' ses 'is uncle,
and I could see 'e was struck with the idea.

"'You jest try dressing me up in a winder-blind,' ses his nevy,
half-crying with rage.

"Listen to reason, Beauty,' ses Ginger; 'you'll 'ave your share of the
tin; it'll only be for a day or two, and then when we've cleared out
you can make your escape, and there'll be twenty-five pounds for each of
us.'

"''Ow do you make that out, Ginger?' ses Sam, in a cold voice.

"'Fours into a 'undered,' ses Ginger.

"'Ho,' ses Sam. 'Ho, indeed. I wasn't aweer that 'e was your