The giant leapt round.
"My lord."
"What's that boat doing under my quarter?"
"A Deal hovel, my lord, asking for brandy."
Feet came towards the side.
"First time I ever heard of a hovel stopping a King's ship to ask for brandy."
"That's what I told him, my lord," came the firm reply.
"You didn't!" screamed Kit from far below. "You didn't. Heave to! Heave to! or—"
"You'll sink me, I suppose, young gentleman!"
Kit looked up.