'Try some; it's devilish good.' The Rubicon was crossed without another struggle.

The captain filled a mug and drank.
'I wish it was beer,' he said with a sigh.

'But there's no denying it's the genuine stuff and cheap at the money.

Now, Huish, you clear out and take your wheel.' The little wretch had gained a point, and he was gay.

'Ay, ay, sir,' said he, and left the others to their meal.
'Pea soup!' exclaimed the captain.