"Has "e gorn mad?" ses Bill Chambers, staring at "im.
"Not as I knows on," ses Bob Pretty. "It"s "is good-"artedness, that"s all. He feels sure that that cat"s dead, and that he"ll "ave George Barstow"s cottage and furniture. I told "im he"d better wait till he"d made sure, but "e wouldn"t."
Before they"d finished the Prettys "ad picked that "ouse as clean as a bone, and Joe Clark "ad to go and get clean straw for his wife and children to sleep on; not that Mrs. Clark "ad any sleep that night, nor Joe neither.
Henery Walker was the fust to see what it really meant, and he went rushing off as fast as "e could run to tell George Barstow. George couldn"t believe "im at fust, but when "e did he swore that if a "air of that cat"s head was harmed "e"d "ave the law o" Bob Pretty, and arter Henery Walker "ad gone "e walked round to tell "im so.
"You"re not yourself, George Barstow, else you wouldn"t try and take away my character like that," ses Bob Pretty.
"Wot did Joe Clark give you all them things for?" ses George, pointing to the furniture.
"Took a fancy to me, I s"pose," ses Bob. "People do sometimes. There"s something about me at times that makes "em like me."
"He gave "em to you to kill my cat," ses George Barstow. "It"s plain enough for any-body to see."
Bob Pretty smiled. "I expect it"ll turn up safe and sound one o" these days," he ses, "and then you"ll come round and beg my pardon. P"r"aps-"
"P"r"aps wot?" ses George Barstow, arter waiting a bit.
"P"r"aps somebody "as got it and is keeping it till you"ve drawed the fifteen pounds out o" the bank," ses Bob, looking at "im very hard.
"I"ve taken it out o" the bank," ses George, starting; "if that cat"s alive, Bob, and you"ve got it, there"s the fifteen pounds the moment you "and it over."
"Wot d"ye mean-me got it?" ses Bob Pretty. "You be careful o" my character."
"I mean if you know where it is," ses George Barstow trembling all over.
"I don"t say I couldn"t find it, if that"s wot you mean," ses Bob. "I can gin"rally find things when I want to."
"You find me that cat, alive and well, and the money"s yours, Bob," ses George, "ardly able to speak, now that "e fancied the cat was still alive.
Bob Pretty shook his "ead. "No; that won"t do," he ses. "S"pose I did "ave the luck to find that pore animal, you"d say I"d had it all the time and refuse to pay."
"I swear I wouldn"t, Bob," ses George Barstow, jumping up.
"Best thing you can do if you want me to try and find that cat," says Bob Pretty, "is to give me the fifteen pounds now, and I"ll go and look for it at once. I can"t trust you, George Barstow."
"And I can"t trust you," ses George Barstow.
"Very good," ses Bob, getting up; "there"s no "arm done. P"r"aps Joe Clark "ll find the cat is dead and p"r"aps you"ll find it"s alive. It"s all one to me."
George Barstow walked off "ome, but he was in such a state o" mind "e didn"t know wot to do. Bob Pretty turning up "is nose at fifteen pounds like that made "im think that Joe Clark "ad promised to pay "im more if the cat was dead; and at last, arter worrying about it for a couple o"
hours, "e came up to this "ere Cauliflower and offered Bob the fifteen pounds.
"Wot"s this for?" ses Bob.
"For finding my cat," ses George.
"Look here," ses Bob, handing it back, "I"ve "ad enough o" your insults; I don"t know where your cat is."
"I mean for trying to find it, Bob," ses George Barstow.
"Oh, well, I don"t mind that," ses Bob, taking it. "I"m a "ard-working man, and I"ve got to be paid for my time; it"s on"y fair to my wife and children. I"ll start now."
He finished up "is beer, and while the other chaps was telling George Barstow wot a fool he was Joe Clark slipped out arter Bob Pretty and began to call "im all the names he could think of.
"Don"t you worry," ses Bob; "the cat ain"t found yet."
"Is it dead?" ses Joe Clark, "ardly able to speak.
""Ow should I know?" ses Bob; "that"s wot I"ve got to try and find out.
That"s wot you gave me your furniture for, and wot George Barstow gave me the fifteen pounds for, ain"t it? Now, don"t you stop me now, "cos I"m goin" to begin looking."
He started looking there and then, and for the next two or three days George Barstow and Joe Clark see "im walking up and down with his "ands in "is pockets looking over garden fences and calling "Puss." He asked everybody "e see whether they "ad seen a white cat with one blue eye and one yaller one, and every time "e came into the Cauliflower he put his "ead over the bar and called "Puss," "cos, as "e said, it was as likely to be there as anywhere else.
It was about a week after the cat "ad disappeared that George Barstow was standing at "is door talking to Joe Clark, who was saying the cat must be dead and "e wanted "is property, when he sees a man coming up the road carrying a basket stop and speak to Bill Chambers. Just as "e got near them an awful "miaow" come from the basket and George Barstow and Joe Clark started as if they"d been shot.
"He"s found it?" shouts Bill Chambers, pointing to the man.
"It"s been living with me over at Ling for a week pretty nearly," ses the man. "I tried to drive it away several times, not knowing that there was fifteen pounds offered for it."
George Barstow tried to take "old of the basket.
"I want that fifteen pounds fust," ses the man.
"That"s on"y right and fair, George," ses Bob Pretty, who "ad just come up. "You"ve got all the luck, mate. We"ve been hunting "igh and low for that cat for a week."
Then George Barstow tried to explain to the man and call Bob Pretty names at the same time; but it was all no good. The man said it "ad nothing to do with "im wot he "ad paid to Bob Pretty; and at last they fetched Policeman White over from Cudford, and George Barstow signed a paper to pay five shillings a week till the reward was paid.
George Barstow "ad the cat for five years arter that, but he never let it get away agin. They got to like each other in time and died within a fortnight of each other, so that Joe Clark got "is property arter all.