I want to talk to you." "Back directly," I cried, and I hurried on deck so quickly that I nearly blundered up against Mr Reardon.
"Manners, midshipman!" he said sharply.

"Stop, sir.

Where are you going ?" "Doctor, sir." "What, are you hurt, my lad ?" he cried anxiously.
"No, sir, but poor Barkins is." "Bless my soul, how unfortunate! Mr Smith down too! Where is he ?" I told him, and he hurried with me to the doctor, who was putting on his coat, after finishing the last dressing of the injured men.
"Here, doctor," cried Mr Reardon sharply, "I've another man down--boy, I mean." "What, young Smith?
I've dressed his wound." "No, no; Barkins has been touched too." "Tut, tut!" cried the doctor, taking up a roll of bandage.

"Are they bringing him ?" "No, sir; he's sitting by his berth.

He tied up the wound himself." Without another word the doctor started off, and we followed to where Barkins sat by the table with his back leaning against the side of his berth, and as soon as he caught sight of us he darted a reproachful look at me.
"Oh, I say, Gnat," he whispered, "this is too bad." For the doctor had raised the leg, and, after taking off the handkerchief, roughly tied round just above the knee, made no scruple about slitting up the lad's trousers with an ugly-looking knife, having a hooky kind of blade.
"Bad ?" said Mr Reardon anxiously.
"Oh dear, no," replied the doctor.