Come, get up." I struggled to my feet, but in that posture my sickness came back with double violence, so that I tumbled again to the floor, and vowed he might use every rope in the ship to me, but up I could not get.
I do not well recall what happened those next few days.

I believe I staggered upon deck and went miserably through the form of work, jeered at by my fellow sailors, despised by my captain, and wondered at by Ludar.

But when, after the sickness gave way, I one day found myself in a fever, with my strength all gone, I was let go below and lie there without more to do.

I know not how it came to pass, but ill I was for a day or two; perhaps it was the vexations of the last few weeks, or the weakness left by the sickness, or a visitation of the colic from heaven; however it was, I lay there, humbled and ashamed of my weakness, and wishing myself safe back outside Temple Bar.
At these times, Ludar was a brother to me.

He came often to see me, and talked so cheerily, that I almost forgot how solemn his looks used to be.