“Get on, man, get on!”
“It’s this way.”
“You’ve said it’s this way, but you haven’t said which way.”
“There’s a—we’ll say party, as wants a passage to England, bad.”
“Where is this party?”
“Over there.”
He nodded his head in the direction of the shore.
“Who is this party?”
“That’s where it is; he’s a Joss.”
“A Joss? What do you mean? What are you grinning at? Don’t try to play any of your damfool jokes with me, I’m not taking any.”