“Yes, dear boy, yes; hurt to death, I fear: his spear went through my breast. Water, quick, water!”
“Alas! that we had some,” said Mr Seagrave.
“We have, papa,” replied William; “but it has cost us dearly.”
William ran for a pannikin, and taking out the bung, poured some water out of the barrico and gave it to Ready, who drank it with eagerness.
“Now, William, lay me down on these cocoa-nut boughs; go and give some water to the others, and when you have all drunk, then come to me again. Don’t tell Mrs Seagrave that I’m hurt. Do as I beg of you.”
“Papa, take the water—do pray,” replied William; “I cannot leave Ready.”
“I will, my boy,” replied Mr Seagrave; “but first drink yourself.”
William, who was very faint, drank off the pannikin of water, which immediately revived him, and then, while Mr Seagrave hastened with some water to the children and women, occupied himself with old Ready, who breathed heavily, but did not speak.