bandaged. Pretty painful, isn't it?"

"No, sir," lied Toby valiantly. "Don't feel it at all."

But he shrank with a quick gasp of pain when Larpent unexpectedly touched
the injury.

"Don't hurt the child!" said Saltash sharply.

Larpent smiled his faint, sardonic smile, and turned away.

Toby laid his cheek with a winning, boyish gesture against the hand that
held him. "Don't make me go to bed, sir!" he pleaded. "I'll be miserable
in bed."

Saltash looked down at him with eyebrows comically working. "It is rather
a hole--that cabin of yours," he conceded. "You can lie on the couch in
my stateroom if you like. Don't get up to mischief, that's all! I'm
responsible for you, remember."

Toby thanked him humbly, swearing obedience and good behaviour. The
couch in Saltash's cabin was immediately under a porthole, and the fresh
sea-air blew straight in. He stretched his meagre person upon it with
a sigh of contentment, and Saltash smiled down upon him. "That's right.
You'll do there. Let's see! What did you say your name was?"

"Toby, sir."

"Toby Barnes or Toby Wright?" said Saltash.