“What! have you seen the sea-serpent?” said Carey, laughing.
“Ah, I mean the black and yaller ones as basks in the calm sea ’bout these parts, six, eight, and ten foot long, and as poisonous as any o’ them on land; so be on the look-out, sir; I knowed one man as died from a bite.”
Chapter Thirteen.
“Oh, do make haste and get me quite well, doctor,” cried Carey.
“What a fellow you are!” said the doctor, laughing. “I can do no more.”
“Can’t you?” said the boy, plaintively. “Oh, do try. I heard the captain say one day to one of the passengers that you were one of the cleverest surgeons he ever knew.”
“That was very complimentary of the captain, I’m sure.”
“Then if you are, can’t you get my bone mended more quickly? It’s so miserable to be like this.”