Don't you trouble, sir.

We've done for the murdhering rascals; and, plase God, you'll soon be about again.

Jist drink this draught, yer honor, and go off to sleep, if you can.

In the morning I'll tell you all about it.
"You're in the rajah's own room," he continued, seeing Charlie's eyes wander wonderingly around him, "and all you've got to do is just to lie still, and get well as soon as you can." It was a fortnight before Charlie, still very weak and feeble, was able to totter from his room to that in which Hossein was lying.

He himself knew nothing of what had passed after he fell.