"Billy Wakes is a werry trustworthy sort of chap." "Yes," I said; "but he'd forget to come back, and then I should have to send you to find him, and then the others to find you.

I know.

There, you can light your pipes if you like." "And werry thankful for small mussies," said the old sailor, taking out his pipe.

"You won't want no matches, lads.

Fill up and hold the bowls in the sun." They lit up, and began smoking, while I watched the long narrow street down which the captain and his escort must come.
"Think we shall have to land the prisoners, sir ?" said Jecks, after a smoky silence.
"I suppose so," I replied.