They caught Chatfield's excited ejaculations as they hurried over the sand.
"Don't say that, Mr.Vickers!" he was saying imploringly.

"For God's sake, Mr.Vickers, don't suggest them there sort of thoughts.

You make me feel right down poorly, Mr.Vickers, to say such! It's worse than a bad dream, Mr.Vickers--no, sir, no, surely you're mistaken!" "Bet you a fiver to a halfpenny it's the _Pike_," retorted Vickers.

"I know her lines.

Besides she's heading straight here.