Then a splendid pie was produced; the neck was knocked off a bottle; the lads drew out their clasp knives, and set to work.
"Here is a bottle of schnapps," Hugh said, examining the basket when they had finished a hearty meal.
"You may as well give that to the boatman, Hugh.

I expect the good frau had him in her thoughts when she put it in, for she would hardly give us credit for such bad taste as to drink that stuff when we could get good wine." Hugh handed out the bottle to the boatman, who took it with a surly grunt of satisfaction.

It was raining steadily, and the wind had almost dropped.

An hour later the lads agreed that they were ready for sleep.

Hitherto the door had been slightly open to admit air.
"Shall I shut the door, Master Rupert ?" "Well, perhaps you had better, Hugh.