"Ho, indeed! D'ye 'ear that, mates?
A man musn't look at 'is own bunk now." The captain turned as though he had been stung.

"This is my bunk," he said, sharply.
"Ho, is it ?" said Bill.

"Beggin' of your pardon, an' apologizing for a-contradictin' of you, but it's mine.

You haven't got no bunk." "I slept in it last night," said the captain, conclusively.
"I know you did," said Bill, "but that was all my kind-'artedness." "And 'arf a quid, Bill," a voice reminded him.
"And 'arf a quid," assented Bill, graciously, "and I'm very much obliged to you, mate, for the careful and tidy way in which you've cleaned up arter your-self." The captain eyed him.

Many years of command at sea had given him a fine manner, and force of habit was for a moment almost too much for Bill and his friends.