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I slapped him on the back and shouted, We shall have rivets. He scrambled to his feet exclaiming, No. Rivets. as though he couldnt believe his ears. Then in a low voice, You... eh. I dont know why we behaved like lunatics. I put my finger to the side of my nose and nodded mysteriously. Good for you. he cried, snapped his fingers above his head, lifting one foot. I tried a jig. We capered on the iron deck.