“Ah!” said Mark quietly, as he fought hard with the difficulty of thinking. “Has the doctor seen him?”
“No, sir,” said the man hesitatingly.
“But he ought to see him,” continued Mark, “and you too. He knows so much about that sort of thing. Why doesn’t he come and see me? There! There’s that pain back again, as if I was burnt.”
“Yes, sir; it is nasty, of course. I have done all I knowed to it.”
“Thank you, Dan. What is it?”
“Spear, sir. But it’s quite clean; I saw to that. It’s your head’s the worst.”
“Yes,” sighed Mark. “It’s my head’s the worst. Well, now go and tell the doctor to come.”
Dan was silent.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes, sir,” said the man, “but hadn’t you better try and go to sleep?”