“Better?”
“Better? What do you mean? I haven’t— Ah! How was it the boat upset?”
There was no reply, and Distin spoke again, in a singularly irritable way.
“I said, how was it the boat upset? Did someone run into us?”
“You rowed right upon one of the old posts,” replied Gilmore, and Distin gazed at him fixedly, while Macey shrank back a little, and then looked furtively from Vane to Gilmore, and back again at Distin, who fixed his eyes upon him searchingly, but did not speak for some time.
“Here,” he said at last; “give me your hand. I can’t sit here in these wet things.”
“Can you stand?” said Gilmore, eagerly.
“Of course I can stand. Why shouldn’t I? Because I’m wet? Oh!”
He clapped his hands to his head, and bowed down a little.
“Are you in pain?” asked Gilmore, with solicitude.