“I must have fainted,” I explained presently, overlooking the fact that Garnesk probably knew more about my ridiculous seizure than I did myself. “I don’t know when I did a thing like that before,” I added, beginning to get angry with myself.
“Well, I hope you won’t do it again,” said my friend fervently. “It’s not a thing to make a hobby of. And don’t you come near this infernal river any more until we know something definite.”
“You mean that the place has got on my nerves,” I said. “I suppose it has; I’m very sorry.”
“Do you feel well enough to tell me all about it?” he asked, “or would you rather wait till we get up to the house?”
“Oh, I’ll tell you now,” I agreed readily. “We mustn’t say anything about this at the house.” So I told him exactly how I had felt.
“When did it first come on?” he asked.
“When I heard you shout, and jumped up to see what it was. By the way, what was it?”
“Well,” he replied, “we’ll discuss the matter if you wouldn’t mind releasing my arm?”
“My dear fellow,” I cried, sitting up suddenly, as I realised that he was still propping up my head, “I’m most awfully sorry.”
“Now then,” he said, as he lighted his pipe and made himself comfortable, “we’ll go into the latest development. You remember what made me rush off and leave you there?”