“Out in the forest it is, my lad, and the enemy’s close arter us,” replied the big sailor.
“Enemy?” said the poor fellow, in a wondering tone of voice. “Why, that means—Yes, I remember now. I’m hurt, arn’t I?”
“Yes, messmate; you got just touched by a bullet.”
“To be sure,” said Titely. “Yes, I remember now. Well, somebody’s got to be hurt, of course. Anybody else just touched by a bullet?”
“Mr Roberts.”
“Has he now? Well, orficers leads, and they has the best chance of it. Doctor seen him?”
“No.”
“Course not; he wasn’t with the expedition. Arn’t seen me neither, I s’pose?”
“No,” growled Tom May; “but look here, messmate, you and Mr Roberts atween you nearly give us up to the enemy.”
“Me? I don’t know about Mr Roberts, but you’re not going to make me believe I should try and give you up to the enemy. Is it likely, Mr Murray, sir?”