Harry had already assured himself that his friend's heart still beat.

He began by pouring some water between his lips.

It was not necessary to pour any over his head, for he had already received the same treatment as himself.
"Dick, old chap," he said sharply and earnestly.
The sound was evidently heard and understood, for Dick started slightly, opened his eyes and murmured, "It's not time to turn out yet ?" "You are not in your hammock, Dick; you have been wounded, and we are both prisoners in the hands of these Malays.

Try and pull yourself together, but don't move; they have put a sort of bandage round your shoulder, and I am going to try and improve it." "What is the matter with my shoulder ?" Dick murmured.
"Chopped with a kris, old man.

Now I am going to turn you on your side, and then cut the sleeve off the jacket.