“I was answering your questions about the black fellows.”
“I didn’t ask you about the blacks.”
“Yes, you did.”
“I didn’t, stupid,” said Mark, angrily.
“Huh! Ha, ha!” cried Bob. “He’s getting better. Go it, old chap! Call me something else.”
“I asked you about the boat’s crew.”
“No, you didn’t. What about ’em?”
“I asked you about their being saved, and you said all were dead but two.”
“Oh, I say, what a cracker! You are getting better, and no mistake. You asked me about how many of the black fellows the doctor saved, and I told you those two first fellows that we got on board, and the others died.”
“Then Mr Russell and the lads?”