“Perhaps I hardly ought to tell you now,” said the doctor, gravely.
“Then it is,” cried Carey, excitedly.
“No, no, no. Nonsense. You have fractured a bone, but it is not a serious matter, my dear fellow. It is the collar-bone, but if you are quiet it will soon knit together again.”
“How queer. But I’ve hurt my head too.”
“Yes, a good deal; but that will soon come right.”
“Not cracked it, have I, doctor?”
“Decidedly not.”
“Ha!” sighed the boy. “That’s a good job. That comes of having a good thick head, Bob. I remember slipping, but no more. I say, didn’t I come down an awful whop?”
“You lie still and don’t talk, my boy,” said the doctor, quietly.
“Yes, directly; but tell me about the ship. Why aren’t we going on? I can’t hear the throbbing of the engine.”