g it out of 'is mouth and sticking it
in Charlie's. 'I don't need to take my coat off to 'im.'

"'E altered 'is mind, though, when he saw Bill's chest and arms, and not
only took off his coat, but his waistcoat too. Then, with a nasty look
at Bill, 'e put up 'is fists and just pranced up to 'im.

"The fust blow Bill missed, and the next moment 'e got a tap on the jaw
that nearly broke it, and that was followed up by one in the eye that
sent 'im staggering up agin the side, and when 'e was there Dodgy's
fists were rattling all round 'im.

"I believe it was that that brought Bill round, and the next moment
Dodgy was on 'is back with a blow that nearly knocked his 'ead off.
Charlie grabbed at Tom's watch and began to count, and after a little
bit called out Time,' It was a silly thing to do, as it would 'ave
stopped the fight then and there if it 'adn't been for Tom's presence of
mind, saying it was two minutes slow. That gave Dodgy a chance, and he
got up again and walked round Bill very careful, swearing 'ard at the
small size of the fo'c's'le.

"He got in three or four at Bill afore you could wink a'most, and when
Bill 'it back 'e wasn't there. That seemed to annoy Bill more than
anything, and he suddenly flung out 'is arms, and grabbing 'old of
'im flung 'im right across the fo'c's'le to where, fortunately for
'im--Dodgy, I mean--Tom Baker was sitting.

"Charlie called Time' again, and we let 'em 'ave five minutes while we
'elped Tom to bed, and then wot 'e called the 'disgusting exhibishun'
was resoomed. Bill 'ad dipped 'is face in a bucket and 'ad rubbed 'is
great arms all over and was as fresh as a daisy. Dodgy looked a bit
tottery, but 'e was game all through and very careful, and, try as Bill
might, he didn't seem to be able to get 'old of 'im agin.

"In five minutes more, though, it was all over, Dodgy not being able to
see plain--except to get out o' Bill's way--and hitting wild. He seemed
to think the whole fo'c's'le was full o' Bills sitting on a locker and
waiting to be punched, and the end of it was a knock-out blow from the
real Bill which left 'im on the floor without a soul offering to pick
'im up.

"Bill 'elped 'im up at last and shook hands with 'im, and they rinsed
their faces in the same bucket, and began to praise each other up.
They sat there purring like a couple o' cats, until at last we 'eard a
smothered voice coming from Joe Simms's bunk.

"'Is it all over?' he asks.

"'Yes,' ses some