“It’s easy to laugh at a chap,” spluttered Gubbins, “but this stuff tastes awful; and however shall I clean myself for inspection?”
“Never mind, old chap, you’ll be confined to barracks, and then them Johnnies with the spears can’t get at you.”
“If any chap had a drop of rum instead of jaw to give a chap with his mouth full of filth, there would be more sense in it,” said the victim; and it was one of the wisest remarks he had made for a long time. Some good Samaritan had, and administered it, and Gubbins was consoled.
“You have made these Egyptians work,” said Tom to his captain.
“Yes, I flatter myself I know how to treat those fellows.”
“Oh!” cried Tom.
“What’s the matter?” asked Fitzgerald.
“Nothing; only if a poor sub had done it!”
“Done what?”
“Well, you know, it was one of the jokes which were tabooed by general consent.”