It saves time, and you got the wine clear of--" "My respects, gentlemen! Captain Haller--Mr Clayley." "Thank you, Major Twing.

To you, sir." "Ha! the stools at last! Only one! Come, gentlemen, squeeze yourselves up this way.

Here, Clayley, old boy; here's a cartridge-box.

Adge! up-end that box.

So--give us your fist, old fellow; how are you?
Sit down, Captain; sit down.