"I'll smash your eye if you don't look out!"
"What has the man done to you?"
"He won't go home."
"What is that to you?"
"He gives me a 'apenny to pelt him home if I ketches him out too late,"
says the boy. And then chants, like a little savage, half stumbling, and
half dancing, among the rags and laces of his dilapidated boots,----
_Widdy widdy wen!
I--ke--ches--'im out--ar--ter ten,
Widdy widdy wy!
Then--'E--don't--go--then--I shy,
Widdy widdy Wakecock warning!_
--with a sweeping emphasis on the last word, and one more shot at Durdles.
The bit of doggerel is evidently a sign which Durdles understands to mean
either that he must prove himself able to stand clear of the shots, or
betake himself immediately homeward, but he does not stir.
John Jasper crosses over to the railing where the Stony One is still
profoundly meditating.
"Do you know this thing, this child?" he asks.
"Deputy," says Durdles, with a nod.
"Is that its--his--name?"
"Deputy," assents Durdles, whereupon the small boy feels called upon to
speak for himself.
"I'm man-servant up at the Travellers Twopenny in Gas Works Garding," he
explains. "All us man-servants at Travellers Lodgings is named Deputy, but
I never pleads to no name, mind yer.
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