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`` Now let 's go back , '' he ended , `` and see how they 're getting ready for this . '' As we crawled back the noise increased , and it swelled to a roar as we entered . The place was pandemonium now . Those groups I had noticed around the bags had been getting out the liquor , and now at eight o'clock in the morning half the crew were already well soused . Some moved restlessly about . One huge bull of a creature with large , limpid , shining eyes stopped suddenly with a puzzled stare , then leaned back on a bunk and laughed uproariously . From there he lurched over the shoulder of a thin , wiry , sober man who , sitting on the edge of a bunk , was slowly spelling out the words of a newspaper aeroplane story .