“No, sir, not now. I can only see how bad poor miserable me is. Oh dear! did you feel that, sir? she give a regular jump, just as if she went over something.—Master Jack!”
There was no reply.
“Master Jack!” groaned the man. “Oh, please, sir, don’t say you’re dead.”
“Will you go away and leave off bothering me!” cried the boy angrily.
“Wish I could, sir; I’d be glad to.”
There was a pause, during which the yacht bounded along before a fine fresh breeze. Soon Edward began again.
“Mr Jack!”
No answer.
“Mr Jack, sir!”
“Ned! will you go!”