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"Have you looked in on the lieutenant lately?"
"Half-hour ago, sir. Mr Roylance was with him, watching closely."
"Well, don't you think he looks very bad?"
"Yes, sir; purty well. Bad as one's officer could look to be alive."
"And you talk of it in that cool way."
"Well, sir, how am I to talk? He's no worse than lots more I've seen."
"But do you think he's dying?"
"Nay: not he, sir. Lots of life in him yet. And look here, sir, what do you say to that?"
"A bit of biscuit?"
"Yes, sir; that's it. Monkey, sir, or a bear?"
"I don't understand you, Strake."
"Picked it up, sir, just where we tried to catch him last night. I'm going to lie wait for that gentleman, and give him a pill."
"Oh, never mind about that, Strake; there's so much else to think about.
I've been in twice to Mr Dallas, and he doesn't know me."
"Dessay not, sir. Lost a deal of blood, you see. He's all right, I'm sure. Why, I've seen lots o' men worse than he, ever so much; legs off, both on 'em, an' an arm took off fust by a shot and then afterwards by the doctors, and they've come round."
"But, Strake--"
"Now, look here, dear lad," whispered the boatswain, speaking earnestly.
"I wouldn't say what I do if I didn't think it. Mr Dallas is going to be purty bad, I dessay, for a month, but he'll come round."
"But I feel, Strake, as if I have done wrong by him."
"Nat'rally, dear lad; but I feel that you haven't."
"If I could only think that."
"Oh, well then, I'll soon make you. Let me ask you a question, sir.
S'pose you hadn't touched Mr Dallas?"
"Well?"
"n.o.body else would, of course. We didn't know how."
"I suppose not."
"Very well then, dear lad, what would have happened?"
"I'm afraid--he would have died."
"And how soon, sir?"
"He would have bled to death. I can't say how soon. Before night."
"Exactly, sir. Well, then, you came and set to work in a way as made every Jack here feel as if he'd do anything for you, sir; and it's to-morrow now, and the lufftenant arn't dead."
"No, Strake; not yet."
"Nor arn't going to be; what more do you want? Come, rouse up, my lad, and hold your head higher. Don't be skeered. Let go at us; call us swabs and lubbers, anything you can lay your tongue to; the men 'll like it from you. And as to Mr Terry, as has gone up where I planted the flagstaff this morning, don't you fret about him. He daren't hardly say his soul's his own."
"You've planted the flagstaff?"
"Yes, sir; right on the top, fastened it down between some rocks, and got guys out to other rocks. I didn't hyste the colours, for this wind would tear the bunting all to rags."
Sydney took a few steps to one side.
"Can't see it from here, sir, or you'd see Mr Terry too, getting hisself such a blowing as never was. He's a-looking out for the frigate, him too as studies navigation with the master. He ought to know better."
"What do you mean?"
"As we shan't see the _Sirius_ for a week to come, if we do then."
"Then I must go on as if we were to stay some time," thought Syd; and that day was spent in adding to the comfort of their quarters and the security of the magazine, in case rain should follow the gale of wind.
Another stormy day followed, and toward night, after spending some time by the lieutenant's bedside, Sydney was relieved by Roylance, Terry having made no offer to aid, and when asked by Roylance, having replied that he was under arrest, and exonerated from such duties.
"What's the weather going to be, bo'sun?" said Syd, meeting that officer on the upper platform.
"Don't see no prospect o' change, sir."
"Because as soon as we possibly can, I want the rock properly gone over by a strong party, so that we can make sure that there is no other landing-place. We may run down that bear of yours."
"Yes, sir. He was here again last night."
"Did you see it?"
"No, sir; or I should have spoke."
"No, no; unless the beast proves dangerous, I will not have it shot."
"But the beggar carried off a whole lot o' biscuit last night, sir, and a lump o' cold junk."
"Well, that must be stopped at any rate. What do you say to half a dozen men being told off to lie in wait for the brute to-night?"
"No, sir; it's what do you?"
"I say yes," said Syd, and the boatswain brightened up.