“Yes, sir,” said the man, faintly. “I’m a-coming round, sir, but that there was very near.”
“Near?”
“Yes, sir; I thought I was gone.”
“But you warn’t, mate,” said Tom Fillot; “and you and me’s got to pollergise for making the cabin floor so wet.”
“Never mind the cabin floor,” said Mark.
“You dunno how juicy I am, sir, or you wouldn’t talk like that,” said Tom.
“Are either of you much hurt?” said Mark. “Can’t tell yet, sir; haven’t had time to think. Pretty tidy, though, I should say.”
“Let’s have a light and see.”
“Oh, never mind about that, sir. We shan’t hurt, Dick and me. It was all wrastling, and no knives or pistols. We shall do. Sorry we didn’t get up quicker.”
“It was a failure, Tom, but only the first time. They tried till they took the schooner; we’re going to try the same.”