"Take this," he said, "to the second cab on the stand, with the black horse, No. 1974, and here's a shilling for you."
"Eight you are, boss; but I suppose yer going to shout."
"Certainly, what will you have—lemonade, ginger-pop?—"
"Go along with yer. A glass of beer, and not too much froth on it is my style. Ginger-pop, indeed! Do you take me for a temperance lecturer? Here's to yer, governor. I'll fix yer note for yer: never fear. Good-day."
"Now we can catch the boat nicely, Reg," said Hal, when they had done laughing over this depraved juvenile.
"I say," said Reg. "Did it strike you that Wyck might have crossed in the same boat? We may be able to pick up something from some of the officers. I suppose we are free from the 'lords in disguise' business this time?"
"We can feel safe on that score. The Tasmanians are too slow to trouble about us; and not only that, but it might be dangerous to mention it."
"Why?"
"I'll tell you later on."