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They are so excited, and they'll never go to sleep." Of all the men on board the Torpedo Lieutenant's heart was perhaps nearest that of a child. He tiptoed into the cabin-flat and drew the curtain of the nearest cabin. "Who's in here?" "Me," said a small voice. Torps approached the bunk. "Who's 'me' Georgina?" "Yes. Goodnight, Mr. Mainwaring."
The India-rubber Man was moving towards the hatchway. "And if you're going along to the bathroom, for pity's sake see there's some hot water left that I can sit and thaw in." In the meanwhile the Midshipmen had descended to the cabin-flat where their chests occupied most of the available deck space.
"Will someone tell me where I am going to pack this interesting relic of my blood-stained past?" he enquired of the flat at large. The after cabin-flat had all the appearances of the interior of a homestead in imminent danger of occupation by an enemy. In front of each open chest stood a Midshipman feverishly cramming boots and garments into already bulging portmanteaux and kit-bags.
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