At that moment the sailor entered the hall, fairly dragging the fat little doctor in his wake.
"I fell foul of him just outside of the yard, your honor," said Barry, as he appeared in the door-way.
"'Fell foul of me!' I should think you did! You fell on me like a storm," cried the doctor, dropping his wet cloak in the passage-way and bustling into the room. "What is it, admiral? Are you——?"
"I'm all right, doctor."
"It's not Miss Emily?"
"No, sir; I'm all right, too; but——"
"Oho!" said the doctor, his glance at last falling to the man extended on the floor; "this is the patient, is it? Well, young man, you look rather damp, I am sure. What's up?"
"Nothing seems to be up, sir," answered the man, smilingly, amusedly. "I seem to be down, though."
"I guess you're in pretty good shape, sir," said the doctor, laughingly, "if you can joke about it; and if you are down now, we'll soon have you up."
As he spoke, the physician knelt and examined his patient carefully.