disappointed of the dog's presence, at once transferred the quarrel to the new-comer.
"What the devil do you come in between me and my dog for?" said Sikes with a fierce gesture.
"I didn't know, my dear, I didn't know," replied Fagin humbly—for the Jew was the new-comer.
"Didn't know, you white-livered thief!" growled Sikes. "Couldn't you hear the noise?"
"Not a sound of it, as I'm a living man, Bill," replied the Jew.
"Oh no, you hear nothing, you don't," retorted Sikes with a fierce sneer, "sneaking in and out, so as nobody hears how you come or go. I wish you had been the dog, Fagin, half a minute ago."
"Why?" inquired the Jew with a forced smile.
"'Cause the government, as cares for the lives of such men as you, as haven't half the pluck of curs, lets a man kill his dog how he likes," replied Sikes, shutting up the knife with a very expressive look; "that's why."
