As soon as they appeared, the men on deck went below.
"All the better for your sleep, Mr.Hardy ?" Fairclough asked, as the other joined him.
"Very much better, sir.

I think the cook ought to have a medal.

The cup of coffee before we turned in, and that we have just drunk, have made new men of us." "You will call me, instantly, if there is any change, Mr.Hardy.
"Mr.Eden, you had better come with us.

The coffee will be ready, in my cabin." There was no possibility of sitting at the table.

But, sitting down on the floor to leeward, and holding a mug in one hand and a biscuit in the other, they managed, with some difficulty, to dispose of the meal.