He was roused by Macallister's bathing his face, and gave him a dull look.
"I'm thinking ye'll no be very bonny for a week or two," the engineer remarked. "For a' that, ye're luckier than the captain."
"Is Don Erminio hurt?" Kit asked.
"His legs and some ribs are broken; maybe he was washed aneath the launch. But yon's no a'. When the boats came off Juan and Miguel were not on board."
Kit lifted himself awkwardly and leaned against the back of his bunk. His head ached horribly and his brain was dull, but he felt the throb of engines and heard water flow along the plates. Mossamedes was steaming hard and he must get up. He got his leg across the ledge, and then Macallister pushed him firmly back.
"Ye'll bide! Felix and I have work enough wi' the captain and two or three mair."
"But you must stop her. I'm going back for Miguel."
"Ye cannot go back. I dinna ken how we won out."
"Ah!" said Kit, who felt the steamer's regular rise and fall. "She has crossed the shoals?"
"It looks like that. When I stopped to use the big lead, we got good water."