nd--don't irritate me any more by grinning
in that absurd way, or I shall strike you before you put up your hands
on guard, and then--"
The lad, who was gazing wildly at his companion, stopped short, for,
half startled now by his brother middy's manner, Murray had laid his
hand upon his arm.
"Steady, Dick," he said quietly. "You're not yourself, old chap. I
didn't mean to irritate you. Don't go on like that; here's the doctor
coming forward, and I don't want him to come and see you now."
These words wrought a complete change, for to Murray's surprise the
agitated lad slipped his wrist free, and brought his hand down firmly
upon that of his companion, to close it in a firm grip.
"Here, Frank," he whispered, "don't take any notice of what I said. I
couldn't help it. I don't know what has come to me. I must be like the
fellow you were talking about, and if the doctor knows, I feel--I'm sure
that I shall be much worse."
"Hist! Keep quiet. Let's be looking at the fish. Look at that."
He pointed downward through the clear water, and making an effort
Roberts leaned over the rail.
"Yes; I see," he said huskily. "A shark, sure enough."
"Yes; only a little one, though," said Murray aloud. "I say, isn't it
curious how those brutes can keep themselves just at a certain depth
below the keel, and go on swimming easily at just the same rate as we
are going, without seeming to make any effort!"
"Yes, very strange; very, very strange," said Roberts loudly, and with
his voice sounding husky and faint. "Hah!" he ejaculated, at last, in a
tone of relief. "He's not coming here." For the doctor had suddenly
caught sight of Titely and crossed the deck to speak to the man.
"No, he's not coming here," said Murray quietly.
"I oughtn't to be afraid to meet the old fellow, though, Frank," said
Roberts, with a sigh, "for I must be ill to turn like that."
"Not ill, old chap," said Murray quietly. "Come on down below."
"Then you think I'm bad?" whispered the midshipman, turning upon his
companion sharply.
"Not bad, but upset by the accident."
"And nearly losing my life," whispered Roberts.
"Yes, that's it. Come down and take off your jacket."
"Not to fight," said the lad bitterly. "Oh, Franky! And after you had
just saved my life! I must have been half mad, old chap."
"Bah! Drop it, Dick," said Murray quietly. "You come down, and turn
into your berth."
"Yes; for a good nap."
"That's ri
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