He came out of that deathly inertia.

He opened his eyes upon Monck's face, staring up at him with an expression half-questioning and half-expectant.
"You haven't swallowed that stuff yet," Monck reminded him.

"Get rid of that first! What a child you are, Tommy! Why can't you behave yourself ?" Tommy's throat worked spasmodically, he made a mighty effort and succeeded in swallowing.

Then, through lips that twitched as if he were going to cry, weakly he spoke.
"Hullo--hullo--you old bounder!" "Hullo!" said Monck in stern rejoinder.

"A nice game this! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
You ought to be.