“Would you get up, please, sir? Walters is very bad.”
“So will some more be,” I heard him say, “with this sea on.” Then, louder, “Wait a minute.”
I waited a minute and then a bolt was drawn.
“Come in.”
I entered, to find the young doctor hurriedly dressing.
“I thought it was your voice,” he said, “What is it?”
“He thinks the meat we had last night has poisoned him, sir!”
“Rubbish! The rough sea. But I’ll come and have a look at him directly.”
I ran back to our cabin, which I reached this time without going first on deck.
“How are you now?” I said.