Chapter Twenty.
In the Doctor’s Hands.
Before the two middies had completed their change there was a tap at the cabin door, and in answer to the “Come in” Tom May’s head was thrust through the opening, his face puckered up into a friendly grin.
“Getting all right again, gentlemen?” he said.
“Oh yes, Tom,” cried Roberts excitedly, and he eagerly held out his hand, and catching the sailor by the shoulder dragged him inside. “I wanted to see you, Tom, and thank you for saving my life.”
“For what, sir?” said Tom sharply.
“For so bravely saving my life.”
“Oh, I say, sir,” grumbled the man, speaking bashfully, “if I’d ha’ knowed as you was going on like that I’m blessed if I’d ha’ come down.”
“Why, there was nothing to be ashamed of, Tom,” said Murray warmly.