“I can’t get up and cane you, Bob Roberts,” said the ensign, slowly.
“Of course you can’t, old man. But there, don’t you worry; that kris wasn’t poisoned, or you’d feel very different to what you do now.”
“Think so?”
“Sure of it.”
“How do you know?” said Tom Long, peevishly. “You were never wounded by a poisoned weapon.”
“No, but I’ve seen somebody else, and watched him.”
“What was he wounded with?”
“Serpent’s tooth,” said Bob; “Private Gray.”
“Why, that’s a different thing altogether,” said Long.
“No it isn’t, Mr Clevershakes. The snake’s poison goes into the blood, don’t it, same as that of a kris, and the symptoms would be just the same.”