“How is he?” whispered Wyatt as the doctor joined them.
“He has just dropped asleep,” was the reply. “We could pretty well tell that you drove off the enemy by the firing. Everything has gone well, has it not?”
“Yes, they are thoroughly routed. Hist! he is not asleep.”
“No,” said the Rajah firmly as he turned his drawn face towards the group; “I have heard all you said. I shall get better now.”
“If you are very quiet, sir,” said the doctor; “but you must sleep and leave everything to others.”
“Yes.—You will stay here, of course, Captain Wyatt?—And you, Mr Darrell? Come to me when I have slept.”
“I will, sir,” said Dick quietly.
“Doctor,” said the Rajah then, “the pain is less. I shall not die.”
“Not now,” said the doctor quietly; “the strength of the poison is passing off fast. But you must be silent, and rest.”
“Yes; but you will watch over me?”