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Updated: June 11, 2025
The lady in question surveyed the apartment with the tender scrutiny of a mother about to relinquish her offspring to the rough usage of an unfamiliar world. "Bunje, darling," she said, and bent and brushed the pillow with her lips. "That's so that you'll sleep tight and not let the bogies bite." She smiled into her husband's eyes rather tremulously.
He indicated the adjoining compartment with a nod. "Sit down, old lad. What are you doing here? I thought " The speaker broke off abruptly, and his glance strayed involuntarily to the ground. The new-comer nodded, and, sitting down on the bunk, pushed his cap back from his forehead. "That's right." He extended his left leg. "Cork foot. What d'you go on it, Bunje, eh?"
"Bunje," she said with a little laugh that was half a sigh, "I'm like an old hen with one chick I can hardly bear you out of my sight! Have you had good hunting? What was the evening rise like?" "It was good," replied the India-rubber Man. "But it was better still to hear you call." They came to a tall bush where the blossoms of a wild rose glimmered in the dusk like moths.
"I doubt if any of 'em'll face it," said the First Lieutenant hopefully, when The Day arrived. "There's a nasty lop on, and the glass is tumbling down as if the bottom had dropped out. It's going to blow a hurricane before midnight. Anyhow, they'll all be sick coming off." The Torpedo Lieutenant was descending the ladder to the picket-boat. "Bunje and I are going in to look after them.
"So would yours if you had been set upon by Thugs," retorted the Doctor as he took his seat. "Pea soup, please. Ha! There you are, Bunje. Sorry I had to slip it across Number One and the Soldier just now. However, boys will be boys and the least said soonest mended. All is not gold that glitters and a faint heart never won fair lady pass the salt, please."
The long, slim galley came at length alongside under the manipulation of the two rather apathetic members of the galley's crew, and the officers' racing crew descended the gangway and took possession of her. "Now then," said the Young Doctor, "sort yourselves out: Number One stroke, Gerrard bow, Bunje " "I'm going bow," said the Engineer Lieutenant.
The speaker turned to the Young Doctor. "Pills, what d'you get when you change your diet sudden-like scurvy, or something awful, don't you?" "Hiccoughs." The Surgeon dragged his soul from the depths of a frayed Winning Post and looked up. His face brightened. "Why? Anyone here " "No, no, that's all right, my merry leech. Only Bunje wants to ask the What Ho's to dinner."
The arm-chair is for Number One to sit in and beat time while his funny party chip paint off the bulkheads." The Gunnery Lieutenant looked round. "And so on, and so on oh, the gramophone? Bunje bu'st all the records except three, and we're getting to know those rather well. But as you're a guest, old thing, would you like 'Tipperary, Tosti's 'Good-bye, or 'A Little Grey Home in the West'?"
Bunje, my lad, you were responsible for this entente have you any idea what we are going to do with them after dinner?" "None," replied the Indiarubber Man; "none whatever. It will come to me sudden-like. I might dress up as a bogey, and frighten you all or shall we try table-turning? Or we could dope their liquor and send them all back insensible. Wouldn't that be true Oriental hospitality!
About half-a-dozen members of the Mess, however, still occupied the smoking-room; the nearest to the door, a short, slightly built Staff Surgeon, in the act of shaking angostura bitters into a glass which a steward proffered on a tray, turned his head as the newcomers entered. "Bunje!" he cried, and put the bitters down. "Bunje! my son, Bunje! Oh, frabjous day, Calloo, Callay!
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