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Updated: June 15, 2025
Ugh! my collar clean no offence Jimmy, I 'pologise lemme get up ... Faugh!" In the midst of the uproar the door opened and the Midshipman of the Watch appeared. "Mr. Thorogood, sir," he called. "Someone to see you." The group on the sofa broke up. The Surgeon sat up panting and wiping his face. The dog jumped to the deck and accompanied Thorogood across to the door, wagging a friendly tail.
An' what game is it you're playing under that bath, James? Are you pretending to be an oyster?" Thorogood pulled himself together and stood up. "I think one of their submarines must have bagged us." He nodded across the flat to where, beyond the wrecked debris of three cabins, the cruiser's side gaped open to a clear sky and a line of splashing waves.
But I will say, for a tinker, you put a very neat West Country whipping on that bit of broken harness. I've been admiring it. Didn't know they taught you that in the German navy don't wriggle." James Thorogood, retaining a firm hold on his companion's arm, bent down and gathered a handful of loose earth from a flower-bed at his feet.
"If you try to kick, my pippin," said the excited voice of James Thorogood, "I shall simply break your arm so!" The face in the sand emitted a muffled squark. "Keep still, then." The two men breathed heavily for a minute. "Don't swear, either. That's what got you into this trouble, that deplorable habit of swearing aloud in German.
Mouldy Jakes, with the ever-faithful Midshipman of his turret at his side, was hurrying to his beloved guns, and greeted Thorogood as he passed with a sidelong jerk of the head and the first whole-souled smile of enjoyment a mess-mate had ever surprised on his face. Further aft the Captain of Marines was standing on the roof of his slowly revolving turret: "Buck up, James," he shouted merrily.
Thorogood had long parted with his support the broken loom of an oar and was floating on his back, when he found himself in close proximity to two figures clinging to an empty breaker. One he recognised as a Midshipman, the other was a bearded Chief Stoker. The boy's teeth were chattering and his face was blue with cold.
"Smoking a mild cigar," added another. "And eating oysters and mushrooms," chimed in a third. Thorogood walked towards the group of laughing, chaffing boys and men. "She won't be long, now," he said. "You'll all catch the train; I can promise you that." He smiled wanly. "James," said the India-rubber Man, "don't look so miserable! I know how sorry you are for us all.
The Young Doctor caught the ball and sent it rolling on. "We shall think of the pneumatic riveter at work over your heads; we shall think of the blithe chatter of the dockyard maties all over the ship, and the smell of the stuff they stick the corticene down with ... and we shall face the sad days ahead of us with renewed courage, James, old man." "Thank you all," replied Thorogood gravely.
Thorogood leaned forward and extended a stretcher for inspection. "How the devil am I to pull with a stretcher like this, Pills?" he demanded. "It'll smash before we've gone a yard." "When I was at Keyham," said the Engineer Lieutenant, slopping water over the canvas parcelling on his oar in a professional manner, "we used to have stretchers made with "
"Fred is sure to come, darling," said Mrs Thorogood, stopping in her preparations for supper to smooth her daughter's fair head. "Oh yes, mother, I know that Fred is sure to come," returned Molly, with a laugh and a little blush. "No fear of him. I was not thinking of him, but of Jim. It is the first Christmas we shall have spent without him. Dear Jim!
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