XI
Micky’s mind is momentarily relieved
“WYKE up, hangel face!”
The Captain’s steward grabbed Micky by the feet and yanked him violently up and down in his bunk. Then as the angel face slowly resumed its normal appearance of freckle’ good nature Mr. Binks proceeded to throw at its accompanying head with great velocity and accuracy of aim one pink and one orange newspaper, which opened like parachutes and descended like Navajo blankets upon his red hair.
“Bl’ime me! Wot a chi-ros-kooro o’ color!” remarked Binks admiringly. “You livin’ solar spectrum—see wot old Ponsonby’s give yer! He ’s that tickled with the news and ’is special message that ’e ’s sent yer ’is copies o’ The Pink ’Un and The Winnin’ Post,”
“Last year’s copies?” asked Micky, yawning.
