Just then Pan came down from the hospital, where he had been placed to keep watch by Mr Dallas’s rough bed and call if there seemed any need.
“Mr Dallas says, sir, will you come to him directly.”
“Mr Dallas—he said that?” cried Syd, joyfully.
“Whispered it, sir, so’s you could hardly hear him, and then he said, ‘Water!’”
“Water!” thought Syd, with the feeling of despair coming back, “and we have hardly a drop left.”
As he thought this, he hurried up to the little canvas-covered place.
Chapter Thirty Three.
As Syd entered the place he was startled by the change visible in the young lieutenant, and his heart smote him as, forgetting the long nights of watching and his constant attention to the injured man, he felt that he had forgotten him and his urgent duties and responsibilities to go amusing himself by fishing off the rocks.