Many Cargoes by W. W. Jacobs
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bed. Lend a hand, Bill, an' go an' fetch the doctor.'
"Then I see his little game, but I wasn't going to run any risks, so I just mentioned, permiscous like, to the cook as old Dan seemed rather queer, an' went back an' tried to borrer the book, being always fond of reading. Old Dan pretended he was too ill to hear what I was saying, an' afore I could take it away from him, the skipper comes hurrying down with a bag in his 'and. "'What's the matter, my man?' ses he, 'what's the matter?' "'I'm all right, sir,' ses old Dan, "cept that I've been swoonding away a little.' "'Tell me exactly how you feel,' ses the skipper, feeling his pulse. "Then old Dan said his piece over to him, an' the skipper shook his head an' looked very solemn. "'How long have you been like this?' he ses. "'Four or five years, sir,' ses Dan. 'It ain't nothing serious, sir, is it?' "'You lie quite still,' ses the skipper, putting a little trumpet thing to his chest an' then listening. 'Um! there's serious mischief here I'm afraid, the prognotice is very bad.' "'Prog what, sir?' ses Dan, staring. |
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