It'll be more like New Swishford than ever now." This last argument had more effect with Bowler than any other, and he slowly put on his coat.
"I vote we souse that idiot, Tubbs, till he's black in the face," said Crashford viciously.
"What's the use of that ?" asked Bowler.

"The fact is, you fellows," said he, "we're regularly in for it now, and the sooner we make up our minds what we shall do the better." "Let's make a waft," said Braintree, mindful of his _Wobinson Cwusoe_.
"Where's your wood ?" asked Wallas.
"Let's hoist a signal, anyhow," said Wester.
"No one to see it if you do," said Wallas.
"Let's have some grub," said Crashford.
This last suggestion met with general approval.

They had had no breakfast to speak of, and after their voyage and excitement hunger was beginning to assert itself.

The one brown-paper parcel rescued from the "Eliza" was forthwith handed in and pronounced common property.

It happened to be the parcel bearing Tubbs's name, and contained, besides a seventh part of the provisions, Tubbs's voluntary contributions to the general store--namely, the crib to Sallust, and the guide to the environs of Tunbridge Wells.