Scampy tried his hardest to look very glum, but inwardly he was chortling with joy. That would mean another £75, and added to the £150 he had stowed away behind the kitchen sink at home, he thought he had done very well, even if he did not get a penny piece more.
“Never mind,” he said with a gesture of manly resignation. “I've saved my passengers, and that's the main thing.”
“Bravo!” exclaimed the toothless old tailor with enthusiasm. “That's the true old sea-dog spirit that has made our country great.”
“One thing,” grinned Scampy when the chorus of approval had subsided. “I've salvaged something, for I've saved my bag of tools,” and he pointed to the oily-looking bag that he had never let out of his hands until he had come into the ward.
The officers left them and the orderly, ascerta
