“Right as a trivet. But it makes a chap a bit serious to think that out of fourteen of us only two are alive today. Well, as our friends the French say, it is the war.”
“What will you do now?” asked Nelson.
“Get back to Queenstown first, I fancy, and then try hard to get a command of my own. I say, I’d like that, what? There’s no reason why I shouldn’t have it, you know. Lots of chaps not half so brilliant and clever as I am have command of chasers.”
“You sort of hate yourself, don’t you?” laughed Nelson.
Tip grinned. “You’ve got to be a bit cocky or you don’t get anything. Wait till I have a chin with the dear old Admiral!”
“Bet you he will put you in irons,” jeered the other.
“Take you, Yank! Now what about that stunt of yours when you licked the German Navy alone and unassisted? Er, what is it you say? Come—come over, eh?”
“Come across?”
“Right-o! Come across!”