“Fear?” said Allan; “no! I fear nothing under the sun. Whate’er a man dares he can do.”
“Bravely spoken,” cried the Frenchman. “Perseverando! I have room for two more.”
“Perseverando!” says Rory. “Perseverando for ever! Hoorah! I’m one of you, boys.”
Ralph was lying on the sofa, reading a book. But he doubled down a leaf, got up, and stretched himself.
“Here,” he said, quietly, “you fellows mustn’t have all the fun; I’ll go toe, just to see fair play. But, I say,” he added, after a moment’s pause, “I don’t suppose there will be any refreshment-stalls down there—eh?”
“No, that there won’t,” cried Allan. “Hi! Peter, pack a basket for four.”
“Ay, ay, sir?” said Peter.
“And, I say, Peter—” This from Ralph.
“Yes, sir,” said the steward, pausing in the doorway.
“Enough for twenty,” said Ralph. “That’s all, Peter.”