Blue Lights

Miles was at last roused to the necessity for prompt and decisive action by the voice of the sergeant saying in tones of authority--

"Portsmouth--third--two--single."

"That's the way to go it, lobster!" remarked a shabby man, next in the line behind Miles.

The grave sergeant paid no more regard to this remark than if it had been the squeak of a mouse.

"Now, then, sir, your carridge stops the way. 'Eave a'ead. Shall I 'elp you?" said the shabby man.

Thus admonished, Miles, scarce knowing what he said, repeated the sergeant's words--

"Portsmouth--third--two--single."

"Vy, you ain't agoin' to pay for me, are you?" exclaimed the shab