“When?–in the pool? If we felt about–”
“No; aboard ship, or in the surf–”
“Here is my knife.”
“Yes; almost big enough to whittle a match! Mine would have done us some good.”
“It is the best steel.”
“All right; let’s see you cut up the fish.”
“But you know, Blake, I shouldn’t know how to go about it. I never did such a thing.”
“And you, Miss Jenny? Girls are supposed to know about cooking.”
“I never cooked anything in all my life, Mr. Blake, and it’s alive,–and–and I am very thirsty, Mr. Blake!”
“Lord!” commented Blake. “Give me that knife.”