You're about as wet as mother's dish-clouts.' There's one advantage about campaigning.

You take your luck when it comes and don't worry about what might have been.

I didn't think any more of the business, except that it had cured me of wanting to be sea-sick.

I went down to the reeking cabin without one qualm in my stomach, and ate a good meal of welsh-rabbit and bottled Bass, with a tot of rum to follow up with.

Then I shed my wet garments, and slept in my bunk till we anchored off a village in Mull in a clear blue morning.
It took us four days to crawl up that coast and make Oban, for we seemed to be a floating general store for every hamlet in those parts.
Gresson made himself very pleasant, as if he wanted to atone for nearly doing me in.