"Come! Be a sport!" he said.
After a brief pause with a tremendous effort the boy pulled himself together and sat up, but he did not raise his eyes to Saltash again.

He kept them fixed upon his hands which were tightly clasped in front of him.
"I'll do--whatever you tell me," he said, in a low voice.

"No one has ever been so--decent to me before." "Have one of those rolls!" said Saltash practically.

"You'll talk better with something inside you." He seated himself on the edge of his bunk and lit another cigarette, his attitude one of royal indifference, but his odd eyes flashing to and fro with a monkey-like shrewdness that missed nothing of his desolate companion's forlorn state.
"You've been doing this starvation business for some time, haven't you ?" he asked presently.

"No wonder you didn't feel like work." The boy's pinched face smiled, a small wistful smile.