He looked round wildly.
“I remember now,” he said faintly. “Don’t laugh at me, you chaps. I turned sick as a dog as soon as that butchering was over. I never felt like this over the fighting. I say, Gnat, did I faint right away?”
“Yes, dead!” I said; “I was nearly as bad.”
“Enough to make you. But oh, my leg, how it does sting! I say, isn’t it queer that it should come on now? Did the fainting do it?”
“I dunno,” said Smith hastily, “but my arm aches horribly. I say, do let’s get away from here, or I shall be obliged to look over yonder again.”
“Yes, I’m all right again now,” said Barkins quietly. “Let’s get away. I say, lads, it’s of no use to be humbugs; we did all feel precious bad, eh?”
We looked at each other dolefully.
“Yes, let’s get away,” I said. “I thought we were coming out for a jolly day.”
Barkins shuddered and now stood up.
“Yes,” he said; “I hope the skipper liked it. Can you see him now?”