“Here you are! Wake up, doc! And here's your Sam Brown.”
Barry dropped to lace the doctor's boots, while the latter was buckling on the rest of his equipment.
“All right,” cried the doctor, rushing from the room and leaving his lifebelt behind him.
Barry caught up the lifebelt and followed.
“Your lifebelt, doc,” he said, as they passed up the companion way.
“Oh, I'm a peach of a soldier,” said the doctor, struggling into his lifebelt, and swearing deeply the while.
“Stop swearing, doc! It's a waste of energy.”
“Oh, go to hell!”
“No, I prefer Heaven, if I must leave this ship, but for the present, I believe I'm needed here, and so are you, doc. Look there!”
The doctor glanced out upon the deck.