The train started after the manner of French trains told off for the use of British soldiers, and Jenks collapsed on the seat.
"Damned near thing that!" he said unsteadily; "might have missed the bloody boat! I saw my little bit, though.

She's a jolly good sort, she is.

Blasted strong stuff that French brandy, though! Whiskies at the club first, yer know.

Give us a hand, padre; I reckon I'll just lie down a bit....

Jolly good sort of padre, eh, skipper?
What ?" Peter helped him into his place, and then came and sat at his feet, opposite Langton, who smiled askance at him.