Poor Benny! in such a state of mind as he was, he could not have fallen into worse hands. He was fast getting into the toils of the tempter; and who should deliver him?
For awhile Benny and Perks walked on in silence, when suddenly Perks clutched his arm and whispered in his ear—
"Look alive, an* Fll show yer a bit of nice play."
"What yer mean?" said Benny.
"Ter see that man afore us. with a bit o* his hankercher peepin' out o' his pocket?"
"Ay."
"Well, there's another chap walkin' alongside o' him, an' comin' down the street is three or four more; don't 'e see as how they'll all meet by that lamp-post? Well, ther'll be a bit o' crush, an' I'll just pop in atween 'em at the same time onexpected, an' for a moment we'll be sixes an' sevens, an' then the thing is done."
And off Perks darted like the wind. Benny did not Yait to see how he succeeded in his undertaking. The poisonous seed had taken root in the soil that had been prepared for its reception, and Benny hurried away to the hosier's shop, alas! already a thief in heart, if not in fiction, for he had made up his mind to take the cross-over if anything like a favourable opportunity presented itself.
"I's not to blame for takin' things," he said, using Perks's words, "if people puts 'em right in one's way."
