`And you know I wouldn't pay a dividend with the first hundred, because I wanted to see it all in a lump - and when I see it, I'm sure on't. If you trust to luck, it's sure to be against me. It's Old Harry's got the luck in his hands. And if I lose one year, I shall never pick it up again - death 'ull o'ertake me.'

Mr Tulliver's voice trembled, and Tom was silent for a few minutes before he said,

`I'll give it up, father, since you object to it so strongly.'

But, unwilling to abandon the scheme altogether, he determined to ask his uncle Glegg to venture twenty pounds, on condition of receiving five per cent of the profits. That was really a very small thing to ask. So when Bob called the next day at the Wharf to know the decision, Tom proposed that they should go together to his uncle Glegg's to open the business; for his diffident pride clung to him, and made him feel that Bob's tongue would relieve him from some embarrassment.

Mr Glegg, at the pleasant hour of four in the afternoon of a hot August day, was naturally counting his wall-fruit to assure himself that the sum total had not varied since yesterday. To him entered Tom, in what appeared to Mr Glegg very questionable companionship - that of a man with a pack on his back - for Bob was equipped for a new journey - and of a huge brindled bull-terrier, who walked with a slow swaying movement from side to side, and glanced from under his eyelids with a surly indifference which might after all be a cover to the most offensive designs. Mr Glegg's spectacles, which had been assisting him in counting the fruit, made these suspicious details alarmingly evident to him.

`Heigh! Heigh! Keep that dog back, will you,' he shouted, snatching up a stake and holding it before him as a shield when the visitors were within three yards of him.

`Get out wi' you, Mumps,' said Bob, with a kick. `He's as quiet as a lamb, sir,' - an observation which Mumps corroborated by a low growl as he retreated behind his master's legs.

`Why, whatever does this mean, Tom?' said Mr Glegg. `Have you brought information about the scoundrels as cut my trees?' If Bob came in the character of `information,' Mr Glegg saw reasons for tolerating some irregularity.

`No, sir,' said Tom. `I came to speak to you about a little matter of business of my own.'

`Ay - well - but what has this dog got to do with it?' said the old gentleman, getting mild again.

`It's my dog, sir,' said the ready Bob. `An' it's me as put Mr Tom up to the bit o' business, for Mr Tom's been a friend o' mine iver since I wor little chap - fust thing iver I did was frightenin' the birds for th' old master. An' if a bit o' luck turns up, I'm allays thinkin' if I can let Mr Tom have a pull at it. An' it's a downright roarin' shame, as when he's got the chance o' making a bit o' money wi' sending goods out - ten or twelve per zent clear when freight an' commission's paid - as he shouldn't lay hold o' the chance for want o' money. An' when there's the Laceham goods - lors, they're made o' purpose for folks as want to send out a little carguy - light, an' take up no room; you may pack twenty pound so as you can't see the passill - an' they're manifacturs as please fools, so I reckon they aren't like to want a market. An' I'd go to Laceham an' buy in the goods for Mr Tom along wi' my own; an' there's the shupercargo o' the bit of a vessel as is goin' to take 'em out - I know him partic'lar; he's a solid man, an' got a family i' the town here: - Salt his name is - an' a briny chap he is, too - an' if you don't believe me, I can take you to him.'

Uncle Glegg stood open-mouthed with astonishment at this unembarrassed loquacity, with which his understanding could hardly keep pace. He looked at Bob first over his spectacles, then through them, then over them again; while Tom, doubtful of his uncle's impression, began to wish he had not brought this singular Aaron or mouthpiece: Bob's talk appeared less seemly now some one besides himself was listening to it.

`You seem to be a knowing fellow,' said Mr Glegg, at last.