"
"Not now he's been interfering with it," ses the conjurer. "He'd better
do the trick now as he's so clever."
"I'd sooner 'ave you do it," ses John Biggs. "Wot did you let 'im
interfere for?"
"'Ow was I to know wot 'e was going to do?" ses the conjurer. "You must
settle it between you now. I'll 'ave nothing more to do with it."
"All right, John Biggs," ses Bob Pretty; "if 'e won't do it, I will. If
it can be done, I don't s'pose it matters who does it. I don't think
anybody could smash up a watch better than that."
John Biggs looked at it, and then 'e asked the conjurer once more to do
the trick, but 'e wouldn't.
"It can't be done now," he ses; "and I warn you that if that pistol is
fired I won't be responsible for what'll 'appen."
"George Kettle shall load the pistol and fire it if 'e won't," ses Bob
Pretty. "'Aving been in the Militia, there couldn't be a better man for
the job."
George Kettle walked up to the table as red as fire at being praised like
that afore people and started loading the pistol. He seemed to be more
awkward about it than the conjurer 'ad been the last time, and he 'ad to
roll the watch-cases up with the flat-iron afore 'e could get 'em in.
But 'e loaded it at last and stood waiting.
"Don't shoot at me, George Kettle," ses Bob. "I've been called a thief
once, and I don't want to be agin.
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