"Don't yer see his kerridge is avaitin' to take him to the Hopera ?" The conversation had got a little loud, and, from the topmost bunk on the near side, a bullet head protruded.
"Ain't a cove to get no sleep ?" cried a gruff voice.

"My blood, if I have to turn out, I'll knock some of your empty heads together." It seemed that the speaker was a man of mark, for the noise ceased instantly; and, in the lull which ensued, a shrill scream broke from the wretched tailor.
"Help! they're killing me! Ah-h-h-!" "Wot's the matter," roared the silencer of the riot, jumping from his berth, and scattering the Crow and his companions right and left.

"Let him be, can't yer ?" "H'air!" cried the poor devil--"h'air; I'm fainting!" Just then there came another groan from the man in the opposite bunk.
"Well, I'm blessed!" said the giant, as he held the gasping tailor by the collar and glared round him.

"Here's a pretty go! All the blessed chickens ha' got the croup!" The groaning of the man in the bunk redoubled.
"Pass the word to the sentry," says someone more humane than the rest.
"Ah," says the humorist, "pass him out; it'll be one the less.

We'd rather have his room than his company." "Sentry, here's a man sick." But the sentry knew his duty better than to reply.