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‘
Ha
!
’
said
the
captain
,
scowling
around
him
.
‘
Yes
,
sir
—
they
have
been
dining
here
,
I
think
,
sir
.
’
‘
Why
,
damn
their
audacity
,
so
they
have
,
’
said
Captain
Boldwig
,
as
the
crumbs
and
fragments
that
were
strewn
upon
the
grass
met
his
eye
.
‘
They
have
actually
been
devouring
their
food
here
.
I
wish
I
had
the
vagabonds
here
!
’
said
the
captain
,
clenching
the
thick
stick
.
‘
I
wish
I
had
the
vagabonds
here
,
’
said
the
captain
wrathfully
.
‘
Beg
your
pardon
,
sir
,
’
said
Wilkins
,
‘
but
—
’
‘
But
what
?
Eh
?
’
roared
the
captain
;
and
following
the
timid
glance
of
Wilkins
,
his
eyes
encountered
the
wheel
-
barrow
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Who
are
you
,
you
rascal
?
’
said
the
captain
,
administering
several
pokes
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
body
with
the
thick
stick
.
‘
What
’
s
your
name
?
’
‘
Cold
punch
,
’
murmured
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
as
he
sank
to
sleep
again
.
‘
What
?
’
demanded
Captain
Boldwig
.
No
reply
.
