If not, I'll 'ave to whack up a special quotation.

After that, there'll be no insurance.

The _Andromeeda_ goes for wot she'll fetch." Another pause; then Coke broached a new phase.
"Meanin' that I lose the two thousand pounds I put in 'er to get my berth ?" he said huskily.
"An' wot about me?
_I_ lose eight times as much.

Just think of it! Sixteen thousand pounds would give me a fair balance to go on wi' i' these hard times, an' your two thou' would make the skipper's job in my new ship a certainty." Coke's brick-red face darkened.

He breathed hard.
"Wot new ship ?" he demanded.
Verity smiled knowingly.
"It's a secret, Jimmie, but I must stretch a point for a pal's sake.
Dickey Bulmer's goin' to marry my niece, an' 'e 'as pledged himself to double the capital of the firm.