'Ow are you off now, for the notion of a future styte?
Do you cotton to the tea-fight views, or the old red 'ot boguey business ?' 'Oh, dry up!' said the captain.
'No, but I want to know,' said Huish.

'It's within the sp'ere of practical politics for you and me, my boy; we may both be bowled over, one up, t'other down, within the next ten minutes.

It would be rather a lark, now, if you only skipped across, came up smilin' t'other side, and a hangel met you with a B.and S.under his wing.

'Ullo, you'd s'y: come, I tyke this kind.' The captain groaned.

While Huish was thus airing and exercising his bravado, the man at his side was actually engaged in prayer.