"I cannot be interrupted," cried De Sylva, whose iron self-restraint seemed to be yielding before British truculence. "I'll keep 'im quiet but I can't 'ave 'im roasted afore 'is time, an' that's wot's 'ul 'appen if you tied him up in that gulley." "Thanke'ee, skipper. You allus were a reel pal," murmured Watts. Coke bent over him.