"It hurts a bit, ma'am, but nothing to make any fuss about."
"You must ask for anything that you want," she said. "I have told off two of my negro girls to wait upon you. Of course they both speak French."
Half an hour later Dr. Bemish arrived.
"You are going on very well, Glover," he said after feeling the lad's pulse and putting his hand on his forehead. "At present you have no fever. You cannot expect to get through without some, but I hardly expected to find you so comfortable this morning. The captain told me to say that he would come and see you to-day, and I can assure you that there is not one among your mess-mates who is not deeply sorry at what has happened, although they all feel proud of your pluck in fighting that great hound with nothing but a dirk."
"They are useless sort of things, doctor, and I cannot think why they give them to us; but it was a far better weapon yesterday than a sword would have been."
"Yes, it was. The room is nice and cool, isn't it?"
"Wonderfully cool, sir. I was wondering about it before you came in, for it is a great deal cooler than it is on board."
"There are four great pans full of ice in the room, and they have got up matting before each of the windows, and are keeping it soaked with water."
"That is very good of them, doctor. Please thank Madame Demaine for me. She was in here this morning—at least I suppose it was she—and she did not bother me with thanks, which was a great comfort. You are not going to take these bandages off and put them on again, I hope?"
"Oh, no. We may loosen them a little when inflammation sets in, which it is sure to do sooner or later."