Miss Yorke has already given the owners two pounds." "Wot for ?" "For their kindness.

You are all there when it comes to a scrap, skipper, but at most other times you ought to be muzzled.

No, don't talk now.

We will discuss the point on some more suitable occasion, when we can deal with it fully, and Miss Yorke is not present." Philip spoke in a whisper, but the low pitch of his voice did not conceal its menace.

He was longing to twine his fingers round Coke's thick neck, and some hint of his desire was communicated by the clutch of his hand.