“That’s all, uncle,” I said.
“Bravo! for we’re packed pretty close. Hardly room to move, eh, carpenter?”
“I don’t see much the matter, sir,” said the man. “Everything’s nice and snug, and these boxes make like a deck. Bimeby when you’ve used your stores you can get rid of a chest or two.”
“No,” said Uncle Dick; “we shall want them to hold the specimens we shoot. But you’ve packed all in splendidly, my lad.”
“Thankye, sir,” said the man gruffly, and just then I heared a low weary sigh from somewhere close by, and turning sharply, I saw the ship’s boy standing there with his left hand up to his face, looking at me piteously.
“Hallo!” I said, smiling; “how’s the eye this morning?”
“Horrid bad, sir,” he answered.
“Let me look.”
He took away his hand slowly and unwillingly, showing that the eye was a good deal swollen and terribly blackened.
“You wouldn’t like an eye like that, sir?” he said, with a faint smile.