Chapter 38
"Oh yes, sir," said the doctor grimly; "but it's all very fine. You are all glad of my help sometimes."
"Of course, my dear Reston," said the captain. "No one slights you and your skill; but you must own that it was comic to see how Mr Roberts started up the moment you said physic."
"Oh yes, it was droll enough," said the doctor good-humouredly. "There, Roberts, if you feel well enough to do without my draught I will not mix one. What do you say?"
"Oh, I'm all right now, sir," cried the lad--"at least I shall be as soon as I've changed."
"Off with you, then," said the doctor; and catching hold of Murray's proffered arm, Roberts and his friend hurried below.
CHAPTER TWENTY.
IN THE DOCTOR'S HANDS.
Before the two middies had completed their change there was a tap at the cabin door, and in answer to the "Come in" Tom May's head was thrust through the opening, his face puckered up into a friendly grin.
"Getting all right again, gentlemen?" he said.
"Oh yes, Tom," cried Roberts excitedly, and he eagerly held out his hand, and catching the sailor by the shoulder dragged him inside. "I wanted to see you, Tom, and thank you for saving my life."
"For what, sir?" said Tom sharply.
"For so bravely saving my life."
"Oh, I say, sir," grumbled the man, speaking bashfully, "if I'd ha'
knowed as you was going on like that I'm blessed if I'd ha' come down."
"Why, there was nothing to be ashamed of, Tom," said Murray warmly.
"Oh no, sir; I warn't ashamed to come down. I were on'y too glad to say a word to Mr Roberts like and see him come round."
"I'm glad too," said Murray; "and he feels very grateful to you for being so brave."
"I warn't brave, Mr Murray, sir. I did nowt. It was you--it was him, Mr Roberts, sir. He sings out, 'Man overboard!' and takes a header arter you, and what was I to do? He's my orficer, sir, and I was obliged to go arter him. You sees that?"
"Yes, yes, Tom," cried Roberts
"Oh, drop it!" cried Murray.
"Course he did, sir," said the sailor. "I on'y obeyed orders."
"Will you both drop it!" cried Murray angrily. "What's the use of making a fuss about nothing? You're all right again, Tom?"
"Me, sir? Right as ninepence. Never had nowt the matter with me.
'Sides," continued the man, with a grin, "I had the doctor to look at me."
"Oh, I say," said Roberts eagerly, "he didn't give you any of his stuff, did he?"
"No, sir; but he wanted to."
"What did he say?"
"Said it would keep off the chill."
"Yes, and what then?" said the lads, in a breath.
"I telled him, gentlemen, that the first luff had sent Mr Snelling the purser to me with a dose, and he just grunted at me and went up again.
Oh, I'm all right enough. What about you, Mr Roberts, sir?"
"Thanks to you, Tom, I'm just as you say you are. But what about that fish?"
"Oh, it's in the pot by now. The cook says it's the biggest albicore he ever see in his life, and for sartain, gentlemen, I never see one much more than half as big. There's bigger ones, of course, somewheres, but I never see one speared afore as would touch him. But I say, Mr Roberts, sir," continued the man, "you do feel all right again, don't you?"
"Oh yes, quite right, Tom; only a little bit achey about the back of the neck."
"Course you do, sir. I felt like that both times when I got pretty nigh drownded. That's 'cause you throws your head so far back, and it strains your muscles, sir. But never mind that, sir. It'll soon go off. I was going to say, sir, if you felt right enough I should punish that there fish pretty hard."
"I will, Tom," said the lad merrily; and the man went on deck.
"Ready?" said Murray, as he finished dressing.
"Yes, I'm ready, and at the same time I don't feel so," was the reply.
"Don't feel coming on poorly, do you?"
"Oh no," replied Roberts, "but I don't much care about going on deck again."
"Why not?"
"There's the skipper, and old Anderson; they're both sure to begin to grumble now."
"Oh no! I don't think they'll say anything."
"Well, you'll see," said Roberts decisively; and the lad proved to be right when the pair went on deck, for no sooner did they appear than the first lieutenant, who was forward with the men, giving some instructions, caught sight of them and began to approach.
"Look at that," whispered Roberts.
"Yes, and look at that, d.i.c.k," whispered Murray. For the captain, who was on the quarter-deck, had apparently caught sight of them at the same time, and began to make for them.
There was no retreat, for the lieutenant would have met them. But it so happened that the latter saw his chief approaching and returned at once to the group of sailors, leaving the captain to have the first words.
"You're right, d.i.c.k," whispered Murray. "Now for a wigging!"
"Well, young gentlemen," saluted them the next minute; "what have you to say for yourselves?"
"Thank you, sir," said Murray, drawing himself up and saluting, "we're not a bit the worse for our little adventure."