Meggsie and his crew gave the Japs some ‘Larry Dooley’ with a group of Brigade sigs who, galloping back and forth from the armourer′s position carried the bombs after they had been checked.

My normal condition is what my Broad-Church friend—that is, my quandam friend, for I have cut him—termed 'shoulder of mutton,' though I never heard of a should of mutton being soft and silky like my favoris.

Everything smelled salt and there was no noise except the swishing of water and the clop-clop of water against the sides and the splash of the oars and the jolting noise of the rowlocks.

A quarter peal of plain bob triples was rung.