There couldn't have been a better harbour for our sort, and many a jolly spree we had there afterwards.

Many a queer sight that old table in the little parlour saw years after, and the notes and gold and watches and rings and things I've seen the girls handling would have stunned you.

But that was all to come.
Well, about an hour before dark Jim wakes us up, and we both felt as right as the bank.

It took a good deal to knock either of us out of time in those days.

I looked round for a bit and then burst out laughing.
'What's that about, Dick ?' says Jim, rather serious.
'Blest if I didn't think I was in the thundering old cell again,' I said.