Part 6 (1/2)
”What rot!”
”Not a bit of it He's all right Won't _you_ give us a song next?”
If Gray showed the face of a sphinx, so did ”Mr Wood,” whose real name was Tollemache He bent a little nearer
”Seen the rockets?” he asked
”No Are we signaling?”
”Every s are in a pretty bad shape, then?”
”Rotten”
”Well, like Brer Rabbit, we ”
This opinion was incontrovertible Moreover, Tolle to keep his est conversation he had indulged in since he came aboard; nor was he finished with it
”shi+p will strike soon,” he said
Gray turned on him sharply ”Oh, nonsense!” he exclaimed ”What has put that absurd notion into your head?”
”Know this coast”
”But we are far out at sea”
”Fifty o Thirty now”
”Are you sure?”
”Certain”
”Do you mean to tell me that in three hours, or less, the shi+p ar,” and he passed a well-filled case to his co to take the silent one's ar and lit it
”What's at the back of your head?” he asked coolly The other looked towards the Chileans
”Those chaps are rotters,” he said
”You think they will cut up rough? What can they do? We ether”
”Yes; but there are the women, you know They must be looked after
You can count on me Tell the chief steward--and the padri”
Gray felt that here was aa rough-and-ready way of classifying nationalities when the last test of manhood is applied by a shi+pwreck, or a fire