Turning his head he saw, standing looking out of the window, his friend Tom Haldane.
"Halloa, Tom," he said, in a whisper, which, however, reached the midshipman's ears.

He turned sharply round, and hurried to the bedside.
"Thank God, Dick, you are conscious again.

Don't try to talk, old fellow; drink this lemonade, and then shut your eyes again." Dick tried to raise his hand to take the glass, but, to his surprise, found he was unable to do so.

Tom, however, put it to his lips and poured it down his throat.

It was cool and pleasant, and with a sigh of relief he again closed his eyes, and went off into a quiet sleep.
When he awoke it was evening; the window was open, and the fresh air came in, making the lamp on the table flicker.
"How do you feel now, old man ?" Tom asked.
"I feel all right," he said, "but I am wonderfully weak.