Don't be so jolly envious." "Envious?
Come, I like that," he cried.

"If you felt as if something red-hot was being stuck in your leg you'd feel envious too.

You're the luckiest beggar that ever was, and never get hurt or anything." "No more do you," I said, laughing.
"Oh, don't I?
What do you call that, then ?" he cried, swinging his legs round, for he was sitting with one of them under the table.
To my horror and astonishment, I saw that his leg was bandaged, and a red stain was showing through.
"Why, Tanner, old chap," I cried, catching his hand as my eyes were blurred; "I didn't know you were hurt." He looked quite pleased at my weakness, and the emotion I showed.
"Oh, it ain't much," he said, smiling and holding on to my hand very tightly; "but it pringles and sticks a bit, I mean stingles--no, I don't! My tongue's getting all in a knot, it tingles and pricks a bit.
I say, Gnat, old chap, you don't think those chaps carry poisoned knives, do you ?" "What, like the Malays?
Oh no." "I'm glad of that, because it made me feel a bit funky.

I thought this stinging might mean the poison spreading." "Oh no, don't think that," I cried; "and some one told me a Malay prince said it was all nonsense about the knives being poisoned." "He did ?" "Yes; he laughed, and said there was no need to poison them, they were quite sharp enough to kill a man without." "That depends on where you put it in," said Barkins grimly.
"Yes," I said; "but what did the doctor say ?" "What about ?" "Your leg." "He hasn't seen it yet." "Why, Tanner," I cried, "you haven't had it properly bandaged." "No; I felt so sick when I got on board, that I sneaked off here to lie down a bit.

Besides, he had poor old Blacksmith to see to, and the other chaps." "But didn't he see the bandage when you went there ?" "No; there was no bandage then.