"Well, come, I like that, lad, if you mean it." "If I mean it, Ingle!" said West reproachfully.
"All right, old chap! You always were a trump! There, _we'll_ take the despatch back! And now no more butter! We're very brave fellows, of course, and there's an end of it.

I say, I wonder how Anson is getting on." "The miserable renegade!" cried West.

"I should like to see the scoundrel punished!" "Well, have patience!" said Ingleborough, laughing.

"It's a very laudable desire, which I live in hopes of seeing gratified.

But don't you think we might as well go to sleep and make up for all we have gone through ?" "Yes, but who is to sleep with all this terrible bombarding going on ?" "I for one!" said Ingleborough.