The doctor laughed, while the naturalist’s eyes opened very wide and round, so did his mouth.
“For food, my dear young friend?” he said in his quiet way. “They are being sent out by an acclimatisation society, in the hope that they will assist to furnish Australia and New Zealand with a good supply of salmon and trout. Look at the little beauties, how strong and healthy, and bright and well they seem!”
I was afraid to look at Walters for fear he should make me laugh, so I stood staring first in one tray then in the other, till it was time for breakfast, and Walters whispered as we hung back to the last—
“I say, how I should like to kick that fish chap.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because he is so soft and fat.”
By this time we were up by the cabin-door, and as we entered rather awkwardly, the captain shouted to us from the other end—
“Here, youngsters, you can find a seat at this table,” and just then I saw my sick acquaintance standing up, and he beckoned to me.
“Come and sit by me,” he said; “you will not mind, Captain Berriman?”
“Not I, sir,” said that gentleman bluffly, and as I moved towards where my new friend was seated, Walters said sharply in my ear, “Oh, that’s it, is it? Well, you are a sneak!”