“What are you doing?” Balty said. “Going to sleep.” “Sleep? Damn it, Huncks, they may hang us in the morning.” “All the more reason. Bad form, nodding off at your own hanging. Must make a show of being English.” “I don’t see how you can sleep.” “Well, I shuts me eyes, so. And says me prayers, like me old mum taught me. Our Father which art in dum de dum de dum de dum amen. And before you knows it . . .” Huncks began to snore, leaving Balty alone with his blank page and visions of Thankful.
