“No,” was the reply. “You caught something else,” and the speaker smiled grimly.
“Caught something else? And been very bad?”
The lad nodded.
“Then—then,” cried Fitz excitedly, “Captain Glossop had me sent aboard this ship to get me out of the way?”
“Well, not exactly. But don’t you bother, I tell you. You are getting right again fast, and father says you’ll be all right now you have turned the corner.”
“Who’s ‘father’?” said Fitz.
“That’s a rum question. Why, my father, of course—the skipper of this schooner.”
“Oh, I see; the skipper of this schooner,” said Fitz thoughtfully. “Is it a fast one?”
“Awfully,” said the lad eagerly. “You will quite enjoy seeing how we can sail when you are well enough to come on deck. Why, if you go on like this we ought to be able to get you up in a day or two. The weather is splendid now. My father is a capital doctor.”
“What!” cried Fitz. “Why, you told me just now that he was the skipper of this schooner.”