"Thank God, you rascals!" We had done so long ago, and did it again and again, and thanked Him, not only for ourselves, but for the brave old "Dreadnought" too, so true to her name and the work she had done that night.
Before we went to bed Jack said, "Same to you, Tom." I knew what he meant.

I had wished him a "Merry Christmas" at five minutes past twelve that morning, and this was his answer six hours after.

What a lot may happen in six hours!.