“No, no, Ned; lie still.”
“I say, don’t you get taking on like that, Mr Jack, sir,” said the man earnestly. “That is being chicken-’arted. I’m all right. These two holes in my arm don’t burn so; don’t burn at all. Feel as if I hadn’t got no arm that side. But I say, what’s the matter?”
“Oh, Ned, my poor fellow!”
“Here, I say, Mr Jack, sir! Don’t—don’t, please. I say, I have upset you; but— Here, what does that mean? am I a bit off my head?”
“No, Ned, you are quite sensible now.”
“No, I ain’t, sir; I can’t be, because things seem to be going backward. ’Tain’t the moon, is it? because it’s getting light instead of dark.”
“Yes, Ned, the sun will soon rise.”
“What! Don’t play— No, you wouldn’t do that. Sun rise? Why, I ain’t been lying here all night, sir?”
“Yes, Ned.”
“Well, my lad, how are you?” said Doctor Instow. “I thought I heard you speaking.”