nd a sound glass."

Then the sturdy fellow gave a frisk after the fashion of an ancient
goat.

"Hooroar!" he cried; "Jack's alive O! I knew he wouldn't die a bit!"

"Hush! Silence, man!" cried the doctor. "Mind! you're spilling the
water."

"So I am," said the old sailor, gruffly, and he began to pour out a
glassful from the tin he held in one hand, raising the other so as to
make the clear, cool liquid sparkle in bubbles as if he meant to give it
a head.

"Ha!" sighed Carey, smiling. "Quick! I am so thirsty."

He was about to try and rise, but the doctor checked him.

"Don't do that," he said. "I'll raise you up, pillow and all, and
Bostock shall hold it to your lips. No, stop.--Is the vessel much
broken up, my man?"

"Not a bit, sir, but I expect she's got holes in her bottom."

"I won't be a minute, Carey, lad. I'm going to my surgery. Don't
move."

He hurried out, leaving Bostock standing with the glass and tin of
water, breathing hard and staring down at the injured boy.

"Here, Bob," said Carey, faintly. "What's the matter?"

"You lie still and wait till the doctor comes back, my lad," said the
old fellow, gruffly.

"I am lying still," said Carey, peevishly. "Tell me directly; what's
the matter?"

"Why, you said you knowed. I heard yer. You said you fell from up
aloft."

"Yes, yes," cried Carey; "but the doctor asked you if the ship was much
broken up."

"Did he, sir?"

"You know he did, and you said she had got some holes in her bottom."

"Did I, sir?"

"Yes, yes, of course you did," cried Carey, impatiently.

"Well, it's a rum un, then, sir."

"Now, no nonsense; tell me, surely. Oh, I don't understand!" sighed the
boy, wearily.

"Here we are, my boy," said the doctor, entering with a piece of glass
tube bent at right angles. "Give me the glass, Bostock."

"Glass it is, sir," growled the man, and the doctor inserted one end of
the glass syphon in the water and the other between his patient's lips,
so that he could drink without being raised.

Carey half, closed his eyes, and his countenance bespoke his intense
enjoyment, as the cool, pleasant water trickled slowly down his dry
throat till the glass was emptied, and the old sailor raised the tin he
held.

"'Nother go, sir?" he asked.

"Yes," said Carey.

"No," said the doctor; "not yet."

"Ha!" sighed Carey; "but that was good. I say, doctor, I am broken
somewhere, am I not?"

"Yes."

"'Tisn't my neck, is