“I can’t recollect, Bob. But do try. We must be somewhere in the dark, and it’s that which puzzles us.”
“Oh yes, there’s no gammon about that, my lad; we’re somewheres in the dark, and it’s ’bout the solidest, thickest darkness I ever found myself in. Here, I’ll wake up old Neb. He’s very ugly and precious stoopid, but he’ll tell us where we are in a jiffy. Here! Hi! Avast there! Neb!”
“Hullo!” came in answer to what sounded like a heavy shaking after Bob Hampton had crept by me.
“Now, my lad, rouse up a bit.”
“Our watch, old man?”
“No; not yet.”
“Bless yer. Good-night.”
Snore.
“No, no; rouse up.”
“Well, all right, messmate. That there’s flesh and blood you’ve got hold on, not suit. Don’t skin me.”