"To thunder with your croaking," said Spink. "Oh, do dry up."
"I wish the berg would," said Ward, as he superintended the shipment of the stores. When it was done he put a cockney deck-hand into her and made him shove off.
"Blimy," said Lim'us, "I'm likely to be the on'y dry of the 'ole shoot."
The word 'shoot' soon threatened to become highly appropriate, for about noon the berg was distinctly cranky. However fast it melted above, it was obviously melting much faster down below, for they had apparently struck a streak of comparatively warm water, and when ice does go it goes fast. The 'crowd' got very uneasy, and Spink got very cross as he arranged them so as to trim his craft.
"Sit still, you swine," said Spink. "Do you want to capsize us?"
"But we're so cold be'ind, sittin' still, sir," said one bolder than the rest.
"I'll warm you if I have to come over and speak to you," said Spink, and he presently undertook to do it. The moment he rose to carry out his threat the iceberg wobbled in the most dreadful manner, and so encouraged the offender that he laughed.
