“You thinkee they all come back again and have junk? Go kill shoot evelybody, pilate ghost-man?”
“No,” I said hoarsely; “can we go now?”
“Velly soon. Gleat clowd all along gate. Lookee, Mis’ Tanner go s’eep.”
These words roused me, and I turned to Barkins, who was lying back with his eyes nearly closed and looking ghastly, while Smith sat staring straight before him, with his hands grasping the seat on either side, in a stiff, awkward position.
“Here, Smithy,” I said, “quick, Tanner has fainted;” but he took no notice, and I whispered to him angrily—
“Get up. It’s all over now. Come and help me. Don’t let these horrible people see Tanner like this.”
He turned to me then, and let his eyes fall on our messmate.
“Can you get me a drink of water, Ching?” he murmured.
“Yes, d’leckly; wait lit’ bit. Po’ Mr Barki’ Tanner leg velly bad, makee sick. You’ alm velly bad still?”
“Very bad; it throbs,” murmured Smith.