cried the black eagerly; "buzz--buzz. Keep buzz."

"To-morrow or next day. Here, lie still, and I'll get your head ready
for the operation."

The preparation consisted in applying a thick cloth soaked in spirits
and water to the feverish head, the evaporation in the hot climate
producing a delicious sense of coolness, which made Jimmy say softly:

"Fly gone--sleep now," and he closed his eyes, seeming to be asleep till
the doctor had gone back to his seat on the deck, where he was studying
a chart of the great island we were running for. But as soon as he was
out of hearing Jimmy opened first one eye and then another. Then in a
whisper, as he gently took up his waddy:

"No tell doctor; no tell captain fellow. Jimmy go knock brown fellow
head flap to-night."

"What?" I cried.

"He no good brown fellow. Knock head off. Overboard: fis eat up."

"What does he say; he's going to knock that Malay chap's head off?"
drawled Jack.

"Yes, Jimmy knock um head flap."

"You dare to touch him, Jimmy," I said, "and I'll send you back home."

"Jimmy not knock um head flap?" he said staring.

"No. You're not to touch him."

"Mass Joe gone mad. Brown fellow kill all a man. Jimmy kill um."

"You are not to touch him," I said. "And now go to sleep or I shall go
and tell the captain."

Jimmy lifted up his head and looked at me. Then he banged it down upon
his pillow, which was one of those gooseberry-shaped rope nets, stuffed
full of oakum, and called a fender, while we went forward once more to
talk to the doctor about his chart, for Jack Penny was comporting
himself exactly as if he had become one of the party, though I had made
up my mind that he was to go back with the captain when we were set
ashore.

All the same, at Jack Penny's urgent request I joined him in the act of
keeping the presence of the other passenger a secret--I mean Gyp the
dog, to whom I was stealthily introduced by Jack, down in a very
evil-smelling part of the hold, and for whom I saved scraps of meat and
bits of fish from my dinner every day.

The introduction was as follows on the part of Jack:

"Gyp, old man, this is Joe Carstairs. Give him your paw."

It was very dark, but I was just able to make out a pair of fiery eyes,
and an exceedingly shaggy curly head--I found afterwards that Gyp's papa
had been an Irish water spaniel, and his mamma some large kind of hound;
and Jack informed me that Gyp was a much bigger dog than his m