'E was unconscious." She eyed him thoughtfully.
"It don't seem like you, neither," she said, "to strike a man so 'ard, first blow." "You're right, there; it _ain't_ like me, an' I felt sorry for the fella'.

But I 'ad to relieve my feelin's." "What was the matter with yer feelin's ?" "'Arrowed--fairly 'arrowed." Sam shot an uneasy glance aft towards the cabin top where Mr.and Mrs.Mortimer sat amicably side by side, he conning a part while she mended a broken string on her guitar.

Beyond them, stretched on the after deck with 'Dolph for company, Arthur Miles leaned over the gunwale, apparently studying the boat's reflection in the water.

"Between you an' me," Sam confessed, "I can't get no grip on play-actors; an' I'm sorry I ever took up with 'em." He consulted his accounts.

"He cleared three pound twelve an' nine las' night--but 'ow?
That Mortimer carried on something 'ateful.