“Fellows had their breakfast, Spender?”
Spender was all welcome, of the wistful, yearning kind.
“The men at work is gone; but the guys under restraint is still at table.”
“Mr. Christian not here yet?”
“Never gets here before nine; and it’s not half past seven yet.”
Pyn turned to me. “Say, do you want to go in and feed, or will you wash up first, or go to bed, or what?”
With this large liberty of choice I asked if we could do whatever we liked. It was Spender who explained.
“That’s the rule for new arrivals, unless they’ve got to be put under restraint at once.”
“I don’t want to be put under no restraint,” Lovey declared, indignantly.