Jack threw himself down beneath a group of cocoa-nut trees, with the soft sand for his couch, and was delighted and puzzled at the pleasant, restful sensations he enjoyed. Sir John and the doctor sat down a little apart, and the sailors chose another group of cocoa-nut trees to indulge in a quiet chat.
Jack had just half-closed his eyes, to lie gazing through the lashes at dazzling light and rainbow-like effects seen in the mist caused by the breakers on the reef, when a rustling sound behind him made him start and find that it was their man.
“Only me, Mr Jack, sir. Hope I haven’t woke you out of a nap.”
“Oh no. I was not asleep, Ned.”
“Tired, sir?”
“No, not a bit.”
“Feet hurt you?”
“No. Why should they?”
“With the walking, sir. You see, you’re not used to it.”
“No, I’m not used to it, Ned; but I soon shall be.”