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By this time the awning had been spread. In the cuddy a crowd of convicts were roaring out the chorus of some vulgar popular song of that time. Will said: ‘We have had nothing to eat. Aren't you hungry?'
‘Here, you! ' exclaimed Tom to the fellow at the helm. ‘Jump below to the cuddy and bring us some food and wine to breakfast off. I'll not trust this young gentleman amongst them. You're known as a friend. Johnstone, hold the wheel.'