After a while Mr.Pryor wiped his eyes.

Laddie stood watching him with a slow grin on his face.
"And she hasn't given the signal you are waiting for ?" he asked at last.
Laddie slowly shook his head.
"Nary the ghost of a signal!" he said.

"Now we come to Sunday before last.

I only intimated, vaguely, that a hint of where I stood would be a comfort--and played Jonah.

The whale swallowed me at a gulp, and for all my inches, never batted an eye.