"I see, didn't you give them a drink?"
"We offered to share out, but they wasn't satisfied with that, so we took the lot. Mind, there was a row about it afterwards."
"I suppose there would be."
"Yes. 'Asty blokes, them furriners. We 'ad to flatten 'em all out before we 'ad any peace. Stiff blokes they was too, some on 'em, but very soft about the ribs, like punching a bladder of lard it was, sort of unsatisfactory like."
"Ah."
"Yes. An' another time we picked up an old toff with a bullet in 'im, that was in Rio. Fine harbour, Rio. Give us ten dollars each 'e did, three on us."
"How did he get the bullet in him, Bounce?"
"Oh, 'aving a bit of a spree, I s'pose, 'e never told us. 'Nother time I picked up a bloke's 'and, cut off at the wrist. In Port Said, that were."
"Nothing in it, I suppose?"
"No, there wasn't, worse luck. It weren't an English 'and, you could see that."