“That's what we call a reef,” said Philip. “Wait a bit and you'll see the ships go splitting on top of it like—like——”
“Like a tay-pot,” said Pete.
“We'll save the women, though,” said Philip. “Shall we save the women, Pete? We always do.”
“Aw, yes, the women—and the boys,” said Pete thoughtfully.
Philip had his doubts about the boys, but he would not quarrel. It was nearly dark, and growing very cold. The lads croodled down by the crackling blaze, and tried to forget that they had forgotten tea-time.
“We never has to mind a bit of hungry,” said Philip stoutly.
“Never a ha'p'orth,” said Pete.
“Only when the job's done we have hams and flitches and things for supper.”
“Aw, yes, ateing and drinking to the full.”
“Rum, Pete, we always drinks rum.”