“I hope so too,” said the doctor, smiling; “people are very fond of finding out a man’s good qualities when he’s dead.”
“But I aren’t dead, sir, and I don’t mean to be dead as long as I can help it. But don’t you feel awful sick and faint, sir?”
“Faint?”
“Yes, sir. Human nature’s human nature, you know, sir, and if you stop its victuals it gets ravenish. I aren’t had a mouthful of anything but salt water for quite thirty hours, and I don’t believe you have neither.”
“I don’t believe I have, Bostock,” said the doctor, smiling.
“Thought not, sir. So what do you say to going and looking up the stooard’s and the cook’s quarters and seeing what we can find?”
“Yes, Bostock, the wisest thing we can do, and I must be thinking about my patient too. I must not let him starve.”