PART II
The wind went down with the sunset — The fog came up with the tide, When the Witch of the North took an Egg-shell (bis) With a little Blue Devil inside. ' Sink,' she said, ' or swim,' she said,
- It's all you will get from me.
And that is the finish of him ! ' she said, And the Egg-shell went to sea. The wind got up with the morning, And the fog blew off with the rain, When the Witch of the North saw the Egg-shell And the little Blue Devil again. 1 Did you swim ? ' she said. ' Did you sink ? * she said, And the little Blue Devil replied : 'For myself I swam, but I think,' he said, 'There's somebody sinking outside.' But for the small detail that I was a passenger and a civilian, and might not alter her course, torpedo-boat No. 267 was mine to me all that priceless day. Moorshed, after breakfast — frizzled ham and a devil that Pyecroft made out of sar- dines, anchovies, and French mustard smashed together with a spanner — showed me his few and simple navigating tools, and took an observation. Morgan, the signaller, let me hold the chamois leathers while he cleaned the searchlight (we seemed to be better equipped with electricity than }}
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