"There's gratitude! Why, you're as right as a trivet. You're really doing splendidly! Now, you're not to talk. Doctor's orders."
"Oh!"
Jack was silent for a moment, and dozed away again.
When he woke, Dugdale came towards him from the entrance of the cave.
"What's the matter with me? How do you come here? I can't remember anything."
"I said you were not to talk. Doctor's orders."
"Tell the doctor I want to see him."
Dugdale chuckled.
"Bet it'd be no go. Truth is, I'm the doctor. I've pulled you through, and when I get home I'm going to demand a diploma from the doctors' college or whatever it is gives a man a licence to be a sawbones."
"I must know all about it. I can't remember. How long have I been ill?"