What good would it do?
I could tell her nothing, and she could not dream of the true reason that made me try to cry out.

Maybe she would listen through all the long hours to come to hear if the poor wretch she felt for was yet in that dire pain that made him moan so terribly.
"Is he well bandaged ?" she said, then.

"It is ill if broken bones are not closely set and splinted, and the ship will plunge and rock presently." Evan assured her with many words that all was well done, and yet she lingered.
"I must see him well and softly bestowed in his place," she said, half laughing, and turning to some who stood yet beyond my range of sight.

"Else I shall have no peace at all till we come to land again." Evan turned to me at that saying, to hide his face.

He was growing ashy pale, and the sweat was breaking out on his forehead.