“And you, too, Andra. Get up, and come with us; it will do you good.”
“Neffer no more, neffer no more,” groaned the man.
“Nonsense! It’s too bad of you!” cried Steve. “The ship’s as dull as dull now, and you might make it so different.”
Andrew groaned, but he pulled the blanket away from his left ear, and Steve noticed it as he went on.
“One never hears you making a joke about Hamish.”
“Ah, she tid mak’ chokes apoot Hahmeesh.”
“And just when we want the place to be made cheerful with a bit of music, you go and put away the pipes and pretend they’re frozen.”
Andrew groaned again, but it was a much shorter groan.
“When it was light we could hear the pipes going. Ha! what were those tunes you played—Strathclydes?”
“Na, na, Strathspeys, laddie; but if she tuked a holt o’ the pipes the noo it wad pe a coronach she’d blaw.”