“Honour bright, sir?”
“On my word as a gentleman.”
“Thankye, sir, but if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather as you said honour bright.”
“Well then, honour bright. There, I am not going to do any more to you now; I must dress the wound by daylight.”
“Won’t bleed any more, sir, will it?”
“Not now.”
“That’ll ’bout do then, sir, thank ye kindly.”
“You are welcome, my man,” said the doctor, and then, “What is it?” for I had grasped his arm.
“I want you to tell me about Walters,” I whispered. “Feel his pulse first.”
He turned from me and bent down over my messmate, who lay in the bottom of the boat perfectly motionless.