“He won’t die just yet; but he may lose his arm.”
“Good heavens! do you think so?” exclaimed the captain.
“No; I don’t think so.”
“What did you say so for, then?”
“I didn’t say so.”
“Didn’t you say he would lose his arm?” demanded De Banyan savagely.
“I didn’t say so.”
“What did you say, then?”
“I said he might lose his arm. You may lose your arm; but I think you are more likely to lose your head. Who is this young man?”
“He is a friend of mine; and, as I find it necessary to be entirely candid with an old fellow like you, I shall answer no questions in regard to him at present.”