ad out
my uniform, jacket and trousers and other articles of wearing apparel
seriatim, on the top of the bed-place; Macan smoothing down each with
the palm of his hand as if he were grooming a horse. "I had 'em dried
at the galley foire, sor, whilst ye wor a-slapin'."

"Thank you, corporal," I said, dressing as quickly as I could with his
assistance; the marine, like most of his class, being a handy, useful
fellow and not a bad valet on a pinch. "I must hurry up. I wonder if I
can get any dinner in the gunroom."

"Faith ye're too late for that, sor," answered Macan with much concern.
"An' for tay, too, sor, as will. It's all cleared away this hour an'
more."

"Oh, dear, what shall I do?" I ejaculated as I dragged on my boots,
which had not been improved by their dip in the sea and subsequent
roasting on top of a hot iron stove, although I noticed they had been
nicely polished by the corporal. "I feel hungry enough to `eat a horse
and chase the rider,' as I heard a fellow say the other day!"

"Ye must fale betther, sor, if you're hoongry," observed Macan on my
completing my toilet and donning my cap again. "That's a raal good sign
whin ye're inclined fur to ate--at laste that's what the docther sez."

"Providing you've got something to eat!" I rejoined ruefully, for I
knew there wouldn't be much left if the gunroom fellows had cleared out.
"What did Doctor Nettleby say was the matter with me, eh?"

"He s'id ye wor a comet, sor."

"A comet?" I repeated, laughing. "You're making a mistake, corporal."

"The divil a ha'porth, sor. He called ye that same."

"Nonsense, man!" I said. "The doctor made use of some medical term,
probably, which you don't understand."

"Mebbe, sor, for I'm no scholard, worse luck!" replied the corporal,
unconvinced. "The docther do sometime bring out one of them outlandish
wurrds that nayther the divvil nor Father Murphy, more power to him!
could make out at all at all; but, whin ye dhropped down this afthernoon
on the dick alongside o' yer chist, an' I picked ye up, he says, sez he,
ye was ayther a `comet,' or in a `comet house,' or somethin' loike that,
I'll take me oath wid me dyin' breath, though what the divvil he manes,
I'm sure I can't say, sor!"

"Oh, I see now!" I exclaimed, a light suddenly flashing on me as to his
meaning. "I must have fainted away and the doctor told you I was in a
comatose state, eh?"

"An' isn't that, sure, a comet, sor, as I tould ye!" c