Chapter Ten.
Sham.
The doctor suggested that after such a broken night it would be as well to have an early breakfast before they started.
“Yes, capital,” cried Mark. “I feel that that is just what I want to put me right.”
“See to it at once, then, Dan,” said the doctor. “Tell some of the men to get you some wood, and I will talk to the bullock drivers. Oh, there are the two keepers. They will help you to get wood and fetch water. Mind they get it from a clear part of the river.”
“Ay, ay, sir!” said the sailor.
“How wonderfully well that poor fellow begins to look,” said the doctor.
“Yes,” replied Sir James, laughing; “and he thoroughly deserves the name of the Handy Mann. He is never happy unless he is doing something—regularly valeting me and the boys. What do you say to a walk round while they are preparing breakfast?”
“I am willing,” replied the doctor, “and we will take Denham and his men as we go.”
They started off, and before they reached the two long spans of oxen where they had been turned to graze, Buck Denham’s voice was heard storming at somebody.