"That," said Hamilton, "is purely a question for the lady. Now, what
are you going to do with this lamp. Are you going to float it?"
Bones scowled at the glaring headlight.
"That depends whether the naughty old things float, Ham," he said
venomously. "If you think they will, my old eye-witness, how about
tyin' a couple of bricks round 'em before I chuck 'em in. What?"