there but a ole lot of pork-ribs," said Ginger to me.
By out there he meant the place where the corrup
tion was dumped and sprinkled with strong disin
fectant. " They was a prime lot, no end o meat on
em, an I ad em into my arms an was out the gate
an down the street, a-lookin for some un to gi em
to. Couldn t see a soul, an I was runnin round,
clean crazy, the bloke runnin after me an thinkin
I was slingin my ook [running away]. But jest
before e got me, I got a ole woman an poked em
into er apron."

O Chanty, O Philanthropy, descend to the
spike and take a lesson from Ginger. At the bot
tom of the Abyss he performed as purely an altruis
tic act as was ever performed outside the Abyss.
It was fine of Ginger, and if the old woman caught
some contagion from the no end o meat on the
pork-ribs, it was still fine, though not so fine. But
the most salient thing in this incident, it seems to
me, is poor Ginger, clean crazy at sight of so
much food going to waste.

It is the rule of the casual ward that a man who
enters must stay two nights and a day; but I had
seen sufficient for my purpose, had paid for my
skilly and canvas, and was preparing to run for it.

"Come on, let s sling it," I said to one of my
mates, pointing toward the op n gate through which
the dead wagon had come.

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