“You can have a couple of my six,” laughed Hugh, reaching for the luncheon.
“One moment,” interposed Nick. “Tell you what, ’Ighness. Here we are with more food than we can eat, and here are two famished mariners miles from port. What’s the answer?”
“Why, we invite them to dinner, of course.”
“Correct! Turn your old tub around, Jimmy, and paddle back to the willows and we’ll go ashore and have a banquet. We’ve only got three chops, but there’s lots of bread and butter and some cheese and a can of peaches. Only we forgot to bring an opener, and so I don’t just see—— You don’t happen to carry a can-opener with you, do you Baker?”
“No, but I think I can-opener without one,” replied Dud.
“Wow!” said Jimmy.
Nick turned with great difficulty and viewed Dud reproachfully. “You shouldn’t do that,” he said. “I don’t mind for myself. I’m strong. But Hugh here won’t get that before tomorrow morning at eleven-thirty-nine, and meanwhile he will puzzle that poor English bean of his and get faint and dizzy. You shouldn’t, Baker, you shouldn’t!”
“Get what?” asked Hugh innocently.
Jimmy laughed and Nick nodded sorrowfully at him. “Listen, ’Ighness,” he explained patiently. “It was like this. I asked Baker if he carried a can-opener with him. Get that?”