“Been worked so hard since I was ill, eh?” he said sneeringly.
“No, sir, I—”
“Hold your tongue. What’s the matter with your head?”
“My head, sir?” I stammered.
“Yes, that half-healed cut. Oh, I remember, you fell down didn’t you?”
“Fell down, sir! No, I—”
“You fell down—pitched down—I remember, while climbing.”
“No, sir, I—”
“Look here, you dog,” he hissed between his teeth; “you fell down, do you hear? and cut your head when climbing. Do you understand?”
“No, sir, I—”