The trouble was, all the arguments were pointed with drinks, and me not being a drinking man, so to say, and weak from fever.

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"Well, anyway, at the end of the half-hour down she came again and took a good squint at me.

'That'll do nicely,' I remember her saying; and with that she took the whisky bottles and hove them overside through the companionway.

'That's the last, she said to the three soaks, 'till the _Martha_ floats and you're back in Guvutu.