Where did you find me
Floating in a hen-coop; thought you was a dead ‘un.”
“Do you know what ship?”
“Do we know? No, that’s what you’ve got to tell us!”
“I can’t,” I sighed, too weak to wag my head upon the pillow.
The man went to my cabin door.
“Here’s a go,” said he; “forgotten the name of his blessed ship, he has. Where’s that there paper, Mr. Bowles? There’s just a chance it may be the same.”
“I’ve got it, sir.”
Where did you find me
Floating in a hen-coop; thought you was a dead ‘un.”
“Do you know what ship?”
“Do we know? No, that’s what you’ve got to tell us!”
“I can’t,” I sighed, too weak to wag my head upon the pillow.
The man went to my cabin door.
“Here’s a go,” said he; “forgotten the name of his blessed ship, he has. Where’s that there paper, Mr. Bowles? There’s just a chance it may be the same.”
“I’ve got it, sir.”
