"Sit down."
"Not for half a second!"
As he answered he was cramming the drawing materials into his pocket; continued:
"If you want to talk come into the cabin and lie down. I'll talk to you there till the doctor comes."
"Doctor! Don't be absurd! I am all right. I want to talk to——"
"Then come right along into the cabin out of this sun; talk there. It's my turn to give orders. I'm going."
He moved away as he spoke, throwing a glance over his shoulders: an anxious look. He was fearing greatly for the man whom he had grown to love.
Masters rose; staggered up really. That hot black blood seemed to rise with him, right up to his brain. Had the effect of making things go whirling round and round for a minute. Then with an immense effort he pulled himself together. Better perhaps in the cabin, out of earshot.
He must have his talk out with Master Dick.