where we live, tis da money dat counts. Pickles Plant his little flag, will he now? Well, in that case, I have a little message to do. See you later. An hour later, Brudder and fifteen SS Men arrived. He strutted through the gypsy’ s new camp, over the river and planted Twaddle ' s Marm pendant on a high grassy mound overlooking the sea and took a couple of photographs. Pickles Hamilton Conk and I were waiting from the back of the Black Heap. Pickles Remember Hamilton, brother, the men with white sticks are the‘ reds’ Pickles Davy Brudder is the‘ black.' Conk Ahahooo caan poooto makaa Pickles Yes, do your best, Hamilton Conk charged across the top of the Black Heap and struck Brudder‘ amid ships.’ The leader of P. I. S. went ass over tit down the slope.‘ Foul stroke!’ I called. Conk Whanna bloodon doounewrang? Pickles‘ You should have potted a red first.’ Hamilton Conk then charged an SS Man, knocking him six feet into the air.‘ Now go for the black.’ Brudder had struggled to his feet but was rather dazed.‘ That one ' s easy, Hamilton. It ' s over the pocket.’ I urged. Conk again hit Davy Brudder, smack in the ribs and he made a clanking noise as he toppled. I went over and hit him a hard foot in the ass.‘ HAMILTON!’ Conk Whaaatathaa craapanwaananoo? Pickles‘ Have the cue ball cleaned! That one got a kick’. When my brother had‘ potted ' all fifteen SS Men and Davy Brudder fifteen times I shouted:‘ ONE-FOUR-SEVEN. MAXIMUM BREAK TO HAMILTON CONK.’ Just then Billy Gargoyle arrived with Tinker Street Non-subscribing Salvation Army Band.‘ Drum Major,' I shouted:‘ BEAT THE DRUM SLOWLY.’