I don't mind having a bet ...' 'No,' I said.

'I'm out for a rest, and not for sport.

If there was anything to be gained I'd undertake to bluff my way to the Orkney Islands.

But it's a wearing job and I've better things to think about.' 'So?
Well, enjoy yourself your own way.

I'll be sorry when you leave us, for I owe you something for that rough-house, and beside there's darned little company in the old moss-back captain.' That evening Gresson and I swopped yarns after supper to the accompaniment of the 'Ma Goad!' and 'Is't possible ?' of captain and mate.