"'Blue Marines,' mate," a big, burly man on the outskirts of the crowd answered.
Bounce looked at him closely. "Is that you, Scrapper Hiscocks?"
"That's me, mate."
"Don't you remember Jack Bounce, of the 'Mediterranean'?"
The big man pushed his way up to the trap and held out his hand. "How do! old chum. I thought you was still in the Service."
"So I ought a bin if I 'adn't bin a bleeding fool. This 'ere gentleman is Mister Carstairs, 'e's good, I trained 'im myself. 'E's nephew of Lootenant Carstairs wot was on the 'Mediterranean' with us."
The man promptly saluted, and Carstairs nodded to him. "I shall get a fair show?" he asked.
The ex-marine nodded towards Bounce. "Me an' Bull-dog'll see to that, sir."
"Thanks!" He stood up and addressed the crowd with a smiling countenance. "Look here, you chaps, I'm going to take on your mate here for as many rounds as you like, or to a finish."
"To a finish," they shouted in chorus.