'Gone to bed!' exclaimed Sponge.
'Who-hoop!' shrieked Jack, at the top of his voice.
'What's smatter, gentlemen?—What's smatter?' exclaimed Spigot rushing in, rubbing his eyes with one hand, and holding a block tin candlestick in the other.
'Nothin',' replied Jack, squinting his eyes inside out; adding, 'get me a devilled—' (hiccup).
'Don't know how to do them here, sir,' snapped Spigot.
'Devilled turkey's leg though you do, you rascal!' rejoined Jack, doubling his fists and putting himself in posture.
'Beg pardon, sir,' replied Spigot, 'but the cook, sir, is gone to bed, sir. Do you know, sir, what o'clock it is, sir?'
'No,' replied Jack.
'What time is it?' asked Sponge.
'Twenty minutes to two,' replied Spigot, holding up a sort of pocket warming-pan, which he called a watch.