“Then you’ll do it, like a true-born Englishman,” he said cheerily. “How does that song go? I forget. There, never mind. I won’t act like a sham, even if I am where there’s so much Dutch courage. Now, look here, Val.”
“Yes?” I said gravely.
“We’re weak from our long sickness, and done up with the exertion of what we’ve gone through.”
“Yes,” I said; “I feel as weak as a rat.”
“Then we’re going to sleep, so as to be ready to face them in the morning.”
“What!” I said. “Can you sleep at a time like this?”
“My dear old Val, as you said about facing the muzzles of the Dutch rifles, I’m going to try.”