He was just going to pull Barney’s hair when Frank came out on deck and shouted wrathfully at them.
Up jumped Pomp and inside he rushed to escape a scolding which Frank now poured out at the Irishman.
“Didn’t I send you out here to look for the strait?” he asked.
“Yis, sor,” groaned Barney.
“Get up from there.”
“Yis, sor,” and the Celt complied.
“Come here!”
“I can’t!”
“Why can’t you?”
“Me legs rafuses ter boodge, sor.”