“Movin’ pictures.”
“Oh—cinematograph?”
“That’s it.”
Ratcliffe, fired with admiration for this Satanic move, joined in laughing.
“Did you think we were fighting, really? Well, that’s funny. What’s the name of your ship?”
“The Albatross,” replied the sublieutenant, completely and roundly taken in. “You’re English, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m English. Joined the show some time ago.”
“What’s that hooker on the sand over there?”
“Oh, that’s part of our show. Boat supposed to have been wrecked—these chaps are pirates.”
“Jolly good make-up!” said the other, surveying the pirates and taking in Cark, also Cleary, who, resuscitated in time, was leaning over the rail chewing and spitting into the water.