gal. Just as I did once when I was a boy. How rum! That was through
an arrow. I used to make myself bows and arrows, and I was making a
deal arrow, and smoothing it with a bit of glass, when the bit broke and
I cut my finger awful, and turned sick, and down I went.--I say, Mr
Jack."

"Yes, Ned," said the lad in a voice full of pity.

"I can't recollect a bit after that. How did you yet me down to the
boat?"

"The men carried you."

"One to them. My turn next. Good lads. Then you rowed out to the
yacht."

"Yes, Ned."

"Yacht! I wish I could spell yacht when I write a letter home ready for
posting first chance. I always get the letters mixed up. But I say,
Mr Jack, this won't do! I say, would you mind giving me a bit of a
pull? I could walk to my berth. This is luxurious, this is. Me on the
cabin couch, and you waiting on me. Here, I feel like a rich lord. Now
pull."

"No, no, Ned; lie still."

"I say, don't you get taking on like that, Mr Jack, sir," said the man
earnestly. "That is being chicken-'arted. I'm all right. These two
holes in my arm don't burn so; don't burn at all. Feel as if I hadn't
got no arm that side. But I say, what's the matter?"

"Oh, Ned, my poor fellow!"

"Here, I say, Mr Jack, sir! Don't--don't, please. I say, I have upset
you; but--Here, what does that mean? am I a bit off my head?"

"No, Ned, you are quite sensible now."

"No, I ain't, sir; I can't be, because things seem to be going backward.
'Tain't the moon, is it? because it's getting light instead of dark."

"Yes, Ned, the sun will soon rise."

"What! Don't play--No, you wouldn't do that. Sun rise? Why, I ain't
been lying here all night, sir?"

"Yes, Ned."

"Well, my lad, how are you?" said Doctor Instow. "I thought I heard you
speaking."

"Morning, sir. You're up early, sir. Won't want calling."

"No, I shall not want calling this morning, Ned. How are you?"

"About all right, sir, only I don't seem to have no arm. Oh, Mr Jack--
Sir John!" cried the man wildly as his master entered the cabin, and he
turned his head with a shiver from his injured limb, "you ain't let him
do that, have you, while I've been asleep?"

"Do what, Ned?" said Jack in a soothing voice.

"Take a fellow's arm off, sir."

"No, no, Ned, my lad," said the doctor, laying his hand upon his
patient's forehead. "It feels numb and dead from the wound."

"Then--then it isn't off?" cried the poor fellow with a gas