rouse him. Sikes leant forward in his chair, looking on with his hands upon his knees as if wondering much what all this questioning and preparation was to end in.
"Bolter, Bolter. Poor lad!" said Fagin, looking up with an expression of devilish anticipation, and speaking slowly and with marked emphasis. "He's tired—tired with watching for her so long,—watching for her, Bill."
"Wot d'ye mean?" asked Sikes, drawing back.
The Jew made no answer, but bending over the sleeper again, hauled him into a sitting posture. When his assumed name had been repeated several times, Noah rubbed his eyes, and giving a heavy yawn looked sleepily about him.
"Tell me that again—once again, just for him to hear," said the Jew, pointing to Sikes as he spoke.
"Tell yer what?" asked the sleepy Noah, shaking himself pettishly.
"That about—Nancy," said the Jew, clutching Sikes by the wrist, as if to prevent his
