“Then why do you not answer?”
“Because he doesn’t expect me, father. He knows what I should say.”
“Knows?”
“Yes, father; he’s only making fun of me. He only said that to make me speak out.”
“Then why do you not speak out? If you are so tired, it is excellent advice for you to go and take a good long rest.”
“And be fidgeting in that hot berth, thinking about the adventures you are having? It would do me harm instead of good. Bring, me some more toast, Edward.”
The doctor threw himself back in his revolving seat at the table, and clapped his hands on his knees.
“Well done, Jack!” he cried. “Bravo, lad! You’ve got the stuff in you that good strong men are made of, after all. You’re quite right. I did want to stir you up and make you speak. Stop in bed all day! Not you.”
The captain came in.
“How are you getting on, gentlemen?” he said in his bluff way.