text: Dirty Work, Deep Waters, Part 11
  
  DEEP WATERS 
  
  By W.W. JACOBS 
  
  DIRTY WORK 
  
  It was nearly high-water, and the night-watchman, who had stepped aboard a lighter lying alongside the wharf to smoke a pipe, sat with half-closed eyes enjoying the summer evening.  The bustle of the day was over, the wharves were deserted, and hardly a craft moved on the river.  Perfumed clouds of shag, hovering for a time over the lighter, floated lazily towards the Surrey shore. 
  "There's one thing about my job," said the night-watchman, slowly, "it's done all alone by yourself.  There's no foreman a-hollering at you and offering you a penny for your thoughts, and no mates to run into you from behind with a loaded truck and then ask you why you didn't look where you're going to.  From six o'clock in the evening to six o'clock next morning I'm my own master." 
  He rammed down the tobacco with an experienced forefinger and puffed contentedly.
tokens: Dirty Work , Deep Waters , Part 11 DEEP WATERS By W.W. JACOBS DIRTY WORK It was nearly high - water , and the night - watchman , who had stepped aboard a lighter lying alongside the wharf to smoke a pipe , sat with half - closed eyes enjoying the summer evening . The bustle of the day was over , the wharves were deserted , and hardly a craft moved on the river . Perfumed clouds of shag , hovering for a time over the lighter , floated lazily towards the Surrey shore . " There 's one thing about my job , " said the night - watchman , slowly , " it 's done all alone by yourself . There 's no foreman a - hollering at you and offering you a penny for your thoughts , and no mates to run into you from behind with a loaded truck and then ask you why you did n't look where you 're going to . From six o'clock in the evening to six o'clock next morning I 'm my own master . " He rammed down the tobacco with an experienced forefinger and puffed contentedly .
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