"Where are ye?" demanded the boy, who could not see any resemblance to his friend in the mummy-like figure from which the sound appeared to proceed.
"Here I am, and it's all up with me, my boy—I'm going fast. Although that infernal sawbones ses I'm all right, Jemmy ain't long for this world."
"Humbug! You're all right. Why, I'm wounded and a walkin' about."
At this moment the surgeon entered, and asked the boy why he was out of his cot.
"Old Jemmy called me, sir."
"Is that the doctor!" quavered the old sailor.
"What do you want, my man? You must keep quiet."
Upon this the old fellow, calling the surgeon to him, desired he would bear witness that he left "his clothes, pay, and prize money to that ere kid Bill Jordun."
"I'll see that it is done; but if you remain quiet, you will recover."
Old Jemmy kept quite still until the surgeon left again, upon which he called to the boy and told him to step out of the sick-bay, and go to his ditty box, in which he would find a bottle of grog, and to bring it to him at once, never mind who said no.