Besides, the stuff they are made of rightfully belongs to us.

I don't care a snap for the pies, but I don't want to see that rascally steward growing fat off our grub." "I'm in for it," answered Frank, who had long wanted an opportunity to revenge himself on Blinks.
"Will that cousin of yours lend us a hand ?" inquired Simpson.
"Yes, without any coaxing.

He does not like the steward any better than I do.

But I'd like to know how we are going to work to get at the pies?
The doors and windows are all fastened." "We will pry up the galley, so that one of us can crawl under it.

I've put a handspike where I can find it in a moment.