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This job was the cause of the sacking of the Semi-drunk and another man named Bill Bates, who were sent into the kitchen to clean it down and prepare it for painting and distempering. They commenced to do it, but it made them feel so ill that they went out and had a pint each, and after that they made another start at it.
'Let's 'ave two 'arf-pints, and say no more about it. 'You mind your own business, shouted the landlord, turning savagely on him. ''E'll get no more 'ere! I don't want no drunken men in my 'ouse. Who asked you to interfere? 'Now then! exclaimed the barman to the cause of the trouble, 'Outside! 'Not me! said the Semi-drunk firmly. 'Not before I've 'ad my 'arf
As the game drew near its end and it became more and more certain that his opponents would be defeated, the joy of the Semi-drunk was unbounded, and he challenged them to make it double or quits a generous offer which they wisely declined, and shortly afterwards, seeing that their position was hopeless, they capitulated and prepared to pay the penalty of the vanquished.
'I shall stop 'ere as long as I please, and if you don't like it you can do the other thing. Ruth staggered and nearly fell from the force of the push he gave her, and the man turned again to the table to watch the Semi-drunk, who was arranging six matches so as to form the numeral XII, and who said he could prove that this was equal to a thousand.
Meantime, Crass and Easton the latter had deposited the string-bag on the seat at Ruth's side and the Semi-drunk and the Besotted Wretch, arranged to play a match of Hooks and Rings, the losers to pay for drinks for all the party, including the two women. Crass and the Semi-drunk tossed up for sides. Crass won and picked the Besotted Wretch, and the game began.
As Crass and the others came in they were hailed with enthusiasm by the landlord and the Besotted Wretch, while the semi-drunk workman regarded them with fishy eyes and stupid curiosity. 'Wot cheer, Bob? said the landlord, affably, addressing Crass, and nodding familiarly to the others. ''Ow goes it? 'All reet me ole dear! replied Crass, jovially. ''Ow's yerself?
The procession of sandwich men was headed by the Semi-drunk and the Besotted Wretch, and each board was covered with a printed poster: 'Great Sale of Ladies' Blouses now Proceeding at Adam Sweater's Emporium.
The two last-named were now working for Smeariton and Leavit, but as they had been paying in from the first, they had elected to go to the Beano rather than have their money back. The Semi-drunk and one or two other habitual boozers were very shabby and down at heel, but the majority of the men were decently dressed. Some had taken their Sunday clothes out of pawn especially for the occasion.
Misery had said that if they were not there in ten minutes he would have the pair of them locked up. The Semi-drunk said that nothing would suit them better than to have all their pieces at once they had spent all their money and wanted another drink.
By the end of April nearly all the old hands were back at work, and several casual hands had also been taken on, the Semi-drunk being one of the number. In addition to these, Misery had taken on a number of what he called 'lightweights', men who were not really skilled workmen, but had picked up sufficient knowledge of the simpler parts of the trade to be able to get over it passably.
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