Chapter Twenty One.
“Here, what’s all this noise about?” cried Jarette, roughly; and his words gave me intense relief, for I knew that he must be in ignorance of all that had taken place.
“I was not aware, sir, that we were making any noise,” said Mr Frewen, coldly.
“Then what’s the matter, doctor?”
“You can see, sir. The lad has been taken ill. No wonder, shut up in this stifling cabin.”
“Humph! My faith, yes. One is enough. Make him well, and he shall have another to himself to-morrow.”
“Not if I know it,” I said to myself, as I lay with my eyes closed, thinking how I would sham being too ill to leave the doctor’s cabin; but directly after feeling quite in dismay, for it struck me that if I were not taken away, Mr Frewen might be, and then all our proposed plans would be upset.
I opened my eyes with quite a start just then, for to my great delight a gruff voice exclaimed—