"Get one," says he.
I got a fire alight in the cabin. 'Twas a red, roaring fire. I called
my uncle from the cabin door. The old man gave the wheel to the fool
and came below in a humor the most genial: he was grinning, indeed,
under the crust of ice upon his beard; and he was rubbing his stiff
hands in delight. He was fair happy to be abroad in the wind and sea
with the _Shining Light_ underfoot.
"Ye got it warm in here," says he.
"I got more than that, sir," says I. "I got a thing to please you."
Whereupon I fetched the bottle of rum from my bag.
"Rum!" cries he. "Well, well!"