“What’s the matter with you?” growled Bostock; “too drunk to move?”
“No-o-o-o!” roared the beachcomber. “I fell down these cursed stairs and broke both my legs.”
“Oh, that’s it, is it?” said Bostock, coolly. “I was wondering what was the matter. Well, it’ll keep you quiet for a bit.”
“You send down the doctor, I tell you.”
“He can’t come, and if he could he wouldn’t. I’ll send some of your black fellows to come if you give up your pistols and gun.”
“What!” roared Mallam. “I’m king here, and—here, you tell the doctor to come to me directly.”
“Shan’t,” growled Bostock.
“Big Dan brokum,” whispered Black Jackum.
“Yes,” said Carey, “both legs.”
“Black Jackum go and men’. No. Big Dan shoot um.”