“Oh, no,” said Mark. “It’s my watch, and I am going to finish it.”
“And I will come and finish it with you, my boy,” said his father.
“But he has finished it,” said the doctor, who had hastily pulled out his watch. “Two o’clock!”
“Then it’s my turn,” said Dean quickly.
“But I can’t let you undertake that task now,” said Sir James.
“Let me come, sir, along with Mr Dean, sir,” cried the sailor.
“No,” said Sir James. “Thank you all the same, my man, I have my rifle ready loaded. What has become of yours, Mark?”
“I have got it, uncle,” cried Dean. “Give me your pouch and the cartridges, Mark. I want to load.”
“But where’s your piece, Dean?” said Sir James.
“Mine, uncle—mine? I came out in such a hurry that I forgot all about it.”