He knocked the necks off with a lump of coral, and each drank in succession from the shell.
'Have a weed,' said Davis.

'It's all in the bill.' 'What is up ?' asked Herrick.
The captain fell suddenly grave.

'I'm coming to that,' said he.

'I want to speak with Herrick here.

You, Hay--or Huish, or whatever your name is--you take a weed and the other bottle, and go and see how the wind is down by the purao.