of the men to carry him in. I'm glad I heard
of this in time."

"Dinna gang, Meester Stevey; oh, dinna gang!" cried Watty.

"I must; I'm ordered to go," cried Steve quickly, as he ran back to the
ship, and then hunted out Andrew and Hamish from the forecastle to come
and bear the lad to the deck.

"She wass ferry well at breakfast," said Andrew. "She must ha' been
eating something since then," for Andrew's ideas of illness were always
in connection with eating or drinking too much. "Phwat will she say's
the matter?"

"He told the doctor he was very bad," replied Steve, "and you're to
carry him."

"She wass ferry sorry for the puir laddie, and she'll carry her on her
pack."

But Andrew was not allowed to carry Watty in on his "pack," but under
the doctor's instructions, and, in spite of the lad's remonstrances,
they passed hands under him, made him throw his arms over their
shoulders, and prepared to start.

"She winna go!" cried Watty, struggling faintly.

"Take no notice of him," said the doctor; "he must be carried in at
once. Now off!"

Poor Watty was borne to the snow steps which rose right up to the
gangway, carried in, and no sooner were they upon the gloomy deck, where
they had to depend now for light upon a couple of swinging lanthorns,
than the captain met them.

The place was quite misty with the men's breath, which hung about like
steam, in spite of the efforts made to keep the place warm; and things
looked quite indistinct, especially about Watty, who had had to resign
himself to his fate, and lay where he was placed upon the deck.

"What is it--a fall?" cried the captain; "broken leg?"

"No, frost-bitten," said the doctor laconically. "Take off that fur
coat, my lads."

The huge sheep-skin coat was opened and drawn from Watty's shoulders,
leaving visible one of the blankets from his bunk doubled and rolled
round him tightly, and held by a stout piece of cord that looked
wonderfully like a portion of a walrus line.

"Watty laddie," said Hamish, "she meant to keep hersel' wairm," and the
men about laughed, all but Johannes and his companions, who were
perfectly serious.

"Ay, she tid: ferry wairm as efer wass," added Andrew. "Is it her
nose?"

"That will do, my men; let me come," said the doctor, kneeling down and
hastily drawing off the big fur glove that Watty wore on his right hand,
in spite, too, of a good deal of resistance on the lad's part.

"Dinna lat him coot it off, Mee