So I kept behind him in the shadow, or ran in the middle of
the street. He stopped at many public-houses with swinging doors,
those doors that are cut so high from the sidewalk that you can look
in under them, and see if the Master is inside. At night when I peep
beneath them the man at the counter will see me first and say,
"Here's the Kid, Jerry, come to take you home. Get a move on you,"
and the Master will stumble out and follow me. It's lucky for us I'm
so white, for no matter how dark the night, he can always see me
ahead, just out of reach of his boot. At night the Master certainly
does see most amazing. Sometimes he sees two or four of me, and walks
in a circle, so that I have to take him by the leg of his trousers
and lead him into the right road. One night, when he was very nasty-
tempered and I was coaxing him along, two men passed us and one of
them says, "Look at that brute!" and the other asks "Which?" and they
both laugh. The Master, he cursed them good and proper.
This night, whenever we stopped at a public-house, the Master's pals
left it and went on with us to the next. They spoke quite civil to
me, and when the Master tried a flying kick, they gives him a shove.
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