“No, Dan. What does it all mean? Is it fever?—No, no, don’t speak. I remember now. Hasn’t there been a big fight?”
“Yes, sir; horrid.”
“Did you get hurt?”
“A bit pricked, sir.”
“With a spear?” said Mark sharply.
“Yes, sir. One of the black thieves made a job at me.”
“But you are not hurt much?”
“Quite enough, sir. But a hurt soon heals up. I want to know about you, sir.”
“Yes, yes; but tell me—what about Buck Denham?”
“Got enough, sir, to make him horrid wild. But he don’t mind much.”