“Sometimes we does, when mother isn't too tired, and the ould man's middling drunk and quiet.”
“Then don't you like to then?”
“Aw, yes, though, I'm liking it scandalous.”
The wreckers agreed to say their prayers, and got up again and said them, knee to knee, with their two little faces to the fire, and then stretched themselves out afresh.
“Pete, where's your hand?”
“Here you are, Phil.”
In another minute, under the solemn darkness of the night, broken only by the smouldering fire, amid the thunderous quake of the cavern after every beat of the waves on the beach, the Carrasdhoo men were asleep.
Sometime in the dark reaches before the dawn Pete leapt up with a start “What's that?” he cried, in a voice of fear.
But Philip was still in the mists of sleep, and, feeling the cold, he only whimpered, “Cover me up, Pete.”
“Phil!” cried Pete, in an affrighted whisper.