"I must do something for that poor wretch!" I thought. "I cannot let him die in this fashion!"
The thought had scarcely crossed my mind when the Mariposa gave a heavy lurch to starboard. Up went my feet and I flew through the air, to bring up against the cabin side with a bang. I tried to save my head a heavy knock, but could not. A thousand lights flashed before my eyes—and then I knew no more.
When I recovered my senses I found myself in my stateroom berth with Dr. Barton bending over me. There was a bandage over my forehead, and the first thing that I realized was that my head was aching as if ready to split open.
"Oh," I groaned, and tried to stare about me.
"He is coming around," I heard, in Oliver's voice. "Thank heaven for that! I was afraid he was knocked out completely."
"He must have got an awful rap," came from Dan, and now I saw that both of them stood behind the doctor.
"I did get an awful rap" I began, when Dr. Barton placed his hand over my mouth.
"Keep quiet, my lad; it will be best for the present," he said soothingly.
"Yes, but that sailor" I cried, and then my head swam around again, and I fainted dead away.
