“Aye, aye, Will!”
“I say Gearge! where be the spirits to? There’s a keg o’ water, but sure alive the spirits be forgotten.”
“Bless my body!” exclaimed Wyvill, “I reckon you’re right. Here’s a go.”
“It will never do for us to be twenty-four hours wi’ salt water outside of us and fresh wi’in,” said Will. “What’s a hat wi’out a head in it, or boots wi’out feet in ’em, or a man wi’out spirits in his in’ard parts?”
“Dear, alive! ’Tis a nuisance,” said Wyvill. “Who’s been the idiot to forget the spirits?”
“Gearge!”
“Aye, aye, Samson!”
“I say, Gearge! hadn’t us better run over to the Rock and get a little anker there?”
“I reckon it wouldn’t be amiss, mate,” responded Wyvill. To Oliver’s astonishment and annoyance, the boat was turned to run across to a little tavern, at what was called “The Rock.”
He remonstrated. This was injudicious and unnecessary.