The four of them got jammed at the gangway and shoved on board, handing in and receiving papers from the official at the head as they passed him.

Donovan was in front, and as he stepped on deck he swung his kit-bag back to Peter, crying: "Lay hold of that, padre, and edge across the deck.

Get up ahead of the funnel that side.

I'll get chairs.

Jenko, you rotter, get belts, and drop eyeing the girl!" "Jolly nice bit of fluff," said Jenks meditatively, staring fixedly across the deck.
"Where ?" queried the Major, fumbling for his eyeglass.
"Get on there, please, gentlemen," called a ship's official.
"Damn it! mind my leg!" "Cheerio, old son, here we are again!" "I say, Tommy, did you get to the Alhambra last night, after all?
What?
Well, I couldn't see you, anyhow." To which accompaniment, Peter pushed his way across the deck.