“But five men couldn’t drink a flask of whiskey in one day, it’s such disgusting stuff!” said Diana.
And John looked to Sandy and Sandy to John. It took a good joke to make Sandy laugh—he laughed the noo!
“We left a lobster—and a tin of sardines, didn’t we, John?” said Diana anxiously.
John would not be saying that much whatever.
“And a match?”
“A match, yes.” John admitted that.
“What else?”
He said they had thought that enough, for the matter of an hour or two.
“Some tobacco, John?”
“Yes, some tobacco.”