There's an English official element that would rather be rude to some poor devil with a title than draw pay (and it loves its pay, you may believe me!).
You'd have friends in high places, but make enemies, too, if I go ashore with you." "What's your own proposal ?" Fred demanded.
"I've stated it.

I want you fellows to choose.

There's no need of me ashore--that's to say, I've a draft to bearer for the amount you three have in the common fund--here, take it.

If you think you'll need more than that, then I'll have to go to the bank with you and cash some of my own draft.

I think you'll have enough." "Plenty," said Will.
"Let's send him home!" proposed Fred.
"How about communications ?" We had contrived a code already with the aid of a pocket Portuguese-English dictionary, of which Fred and Monty each possessed a similar edition.
"The Mombasa Bank, Will.