"But, don't you feel hungry, Captain Dresser ?" "I do," he promptly rejoined.

"This sea air give; one the very deuce of an appetite; and I confess to feeling slightly peckish." "So am I," said the other, leading the way to the nearest hatchway.
"Let us go down below and see what they've got for luncheon.

Mind how you step, it's all dark here, as they haven't fitted her up yet." "That's plain enough as I can feel!" muttered the Captain in reply as he stumbled against the projecting ledge of one of the watertight bulkheads, knocking his shin.

"These new-fashioned ships are all at odds and ends, it seems to me, in their accommodation below.

Give me one of the old sort, where everything was really plain sailing and one hadn't to dive down here and climb up there to get for'ard or aft!" "Ah," rejoined the lieutenant, holding out a hand to guide him, "you'd get used to it in time." "Just as the eels do to skinning!" growled the Captain, rubbing his sore shins.