“So I say,” remarked Captain Corbet, feebly.
Meanwhile Solomon had been standing in his robes, a little apart, looking nervously around.
“Hallo, Solomon!” cried Bart.
Solomon gave a start.
“Ya—ya—yas, sr.”
“You’re not watching the lights.”
“Ya—yasr.”
“That basket has fallen.”
“Ya, yasr,” said Solomon, whose teeth seemed to be chattering, and who seemed quite out of his senses.
Bart walked up to him, and saw at a glance how it was.