It must be pretty hot in there where they're sheltered from the wind." "We'll give him a drop of whisky," said Meldon, "and set him on his feet properly.

Get in, Major." "I'm not at all sure that I'm going ashore.

I think I'd be more comfortable where I am.

Simpkins is bad enough when he's healthy, but in the condition he's in now I simply couldn't stand him at all.
Besides, I don't think Miss King would like us to land.

It doesn't seem to me quite fair to go spying on a woman when she's sick.