“A rum go for Christmas, eh?” added the other.
Jurgis nodded.
The newcomer went to the bunks and inspected the blankets; he lifted up the mattress, and then dropped it with an exclamation. “My God!” he said, “that’s the worst yet.”
He glanced at Jurgis again. “Looks as if it hadn’t been slept in last night. Couldn’t stand it, eh?”
“I didn’t want to sleep last night,” said Jurgis.
“When did you come in?”
“Yesterday.”
The other had another look around, and then wrinkled up his nose. “There’s the devil of a stink in here,” he said, suddenly. “What is it?”
“It’s me,” said Jurgis.
“You?”