Jones remained by his side, while O'Reilly and I hurried off to seek the doctor. We knocked in vain at the doctors cabin; there came no reply; nor could we find any one to guide us. It was no time for delicacy; so we ran once more forward; and I, whipping up a ladder and touching my hat to the officer of the watch, addressed him as politely as I could:
"I beg your pardon, sir; but there is a man lying bad with cramp in the lee scuppers; and I can't find the doctor."
He looked at me peeringly in the darkness; and then, somewhat harshly, "Well, I can't leave the bridge, my man," said he.
"No, sir; but you can tell me what to do," I returned.
"Is it one of the crew?" he asked.
"I believe him to be a fireman," I replied.
I dare say officers are much annoyed by complaints and alarmist information from their freight of human creatures; but certainly, whether it was the idea that the sick man was one of the crew, or from something conciliatory in my address, the officer in question was immediately relieved and mollified; and speaking in a voice much freer from constraint, advised me to find a steward and despatch him in quest of the doctor, who would now be in the smoking-room over his pipe.
