“Don’t finish the biblical quotation—you know what it is,” said Harry.
“For to-morrow we die,” supplemented Jack; “don’t be a death’s head at the banquet. I did not mean to suggest that, although in this country we never know from one day to the other what is going to occur.”
Harry and Monday joined him, sitting down and partaking of some refreshment.
There was a splendid view of the sea, and here and there were the waving palms.
“Not a bad crib, this,” said Harry, drinking a glass of wine and eating some cold chicken.
“Berry good tack,” remarked Monday, filling his capacious mouth.
“When you ravenous beings have finished eating,” answered Jack, “perhaps you will have the kindness to relate your adventures.”
“We have had an odyssey,” exclaimed Harry; “Ulysses could scarcely beat it, nor Jason, when he went in search of the Golden Fleece.”
“That is interesting; let me hear your story.”
In a few words Harry Girdwood related his experiences, winding up with the terrible scene on board the P. & O. steamship.