"No, they ain't," ses Bob, snappishly, "and, what's more, they ain't goin' to."
Both o' their tempers was so bad that we let the subject drop while we was at breakfast. The orkard persition of affairs could no longer be disregarded. Fust one chap threw out a 'int and then another, gradually getting a little stronger and stronger, until Bill turned round in a uncomfortable way and requested of us to leave off talking with our mouths full and speak up like Englishmen wot we meant.
"You see, it's this way, Bill," ses Joe, soft-like. "As soon as the mate sees you there'll be trouble for all of us."
"THE TWO MEN WAS SCROUGED UP IN A CORNER."
"For all of us," repeats Bill, nodding.
"Whereas," ses Joe, looking round for support, "if we gets up a little collection for you and you should find it convenient to desart."
"'Ear 'ear," ses a lot o' voices. "Bravo, Joe."
"Oh, desart is it?" ses Bill; "an' where are we goin' to desart to?"
"Well, that we leave to you," ses Joe; "there's many a ship short-'anded as would be glad to pick up sich a couple of prime sailor-men as you an' Bob."