"We want seven of you." "I don't know where they are," said Bowler.

"They were coming round this way to meet us.

You'd better row round somewhere where we can land and look for them." "Give your orders," said Thomson.

"You've had your day's fun, and seemingly you're determined I should have my night's.

Row away, mate." And he and his man turned the boat's head and pulled out of the gulf.
"I say, Thomson, have you got any gwub or anything ?" said Braintree faintly.
"Grub," said the jocular coastguard.