And so, for the moment, the safeguarding of Watts was of no consequence.

But Watts had benefited much by the sousing of the spray, while his recovery was expedited by the forcible ejection of the salt water he had swallowed.
He raised himself on one hand, and looked about with an inquiring eye.
The Brazilian officer's uniform seemed to fascinate him.
"'Ello!" he gurgled.

"Run in?
Well I'm----" "Is not that man wounded?
I thought I saw him dashed against the rocks," said De Sylva.
"'E ought to be," said Coke, "but 'e's on'y drunk.

A skin o' rum, 'arf empty, too, just like your skin o' wine, mister." "Let him be taken outside and gagged if he resists." There was an uneasy movement among the men.

Their common impulse was to obey.