This we would have to surrender as we entered.

Sometimes, I was told, it was returned on leaving and sometimes it was destroyed.
The old man-of-war's man gave me a lesson.

Opening his pouch, he emptied the tobacco (a pitiful quantity) into a piece of paper.

This, snugly and flatly wrapped, went down his sock inside his shoe.

Down went my piece of tobacco inside my sock, for forty hours without tobacco is a hardship all tobacco users will understand.
Again and again the line moved up, and we were slowly but surely approaching the wicket.