"Who's that ?" asked Peter, struggling with his belt.
"Some poor bloke who has been roped in for crossin' duty," said Jenks.
"Mind my chair, padre; Bevan and I are going below for a wet.

Coming, skipper ?" "Not yet," said Donovan; "the bar's too full at first for me.

Padre and I'll come later." The others stepped off across the crowded deck, and Donovan pitched his magazine into Bevan's chair to retain it.
"You're from South Africa ?" queried Peter.
"Yes," replied the other.

"I was in German West, and came over after on my own.

Joined up with the brigade here." "What part of Africa ?" asked Peter.
"Basutoland, padre.