“Of course not; I’ve been asleep, and had terribly feverish dreams. But business, my dear boy. First of all, though, let me thank you for your clever doctoring.”
“Oh, don’t talk about it, sir,” said Sydney, quickly.
“But I must talk about it. How did you learn so much?”
Syd told him.
“A most fortunate thing for me, Belton; I should have bled to death. But now about that gun. Call the bo’sun, and I’ll have it up at once; it is an urgent matter.”
“It is up, sir.”
“What!—How did you manage it?”
“The boatswain had it packed in a cask, and it was rolled up.”
“Excellent! How quick you have been! The other must be got up too, the same way.”
“They are both up, Mr Dallas.”