But perhaps you would be kind enough to untie me." "Bosh!" said Bickley as he obeyed.

"All you want is something to eat.
Meanwhile, drink this," and he handed him the remains of the whisky.
Bastin swallowed it every drop, murmuring something about taking a little wine for his stomach's sake, "one of the Pauline injunctions, you know," after which he was much more cheerful.

Then we hunted about and found some more of the biscuits and other food with which we filled ourselves after a fashion.
"I wonder what has happened," said Bastin.

"I suppose that, thanks to the skill of the captain, we have after all reached the haven where we would be." Here he stopped, rubbed his eyes and looked towards the saloon door which, as I have said, had been wrenched off its hinges, but appeared to have opened wider than when I observed it last.

Also Tommy, who was recovering his spirits, uttered a series of low growls.
"It is a most curious thing," he went on, "and I suppose I must be suffering from hallucinations, but I could swear that just now I saw looking through that door the same improper young woman clothed in a few flowers and nothing else, whose photograph in that abominable and libellous book was indirectly the cause of our tempestuous voyage." "Indeed!" replied Bickley.