We've tried Gregory, what my mate had, and we give him some pills what I had, would a'most done for me.

'Tisn't a morsel o' good." Tom Lennard picked the poor fellow off the floor--so gently, so very gently; he eased him up and put the man's head against his breast.

A slight swing of the vessel followed, and the lad shrieked and gasped.
Instantly Ferrier saw what had happened.
"Help me to take his clothes off, Lennard." They stripped the patient to the skin; then Ferrier glanced once, touched just lightly enough to make the young man draw breath with a whistling sound, then the deft, steady fingers ran carefully down, and Lewis said-- "Tom, keep him as easy as you can till I come back from the yacht.
Skipper, you didn't think to strip him." "No, sir; why ?" "Well, he has three ribs broken, that is all." "Eh! he said he had a tumble agin the anchor in the breeze." "Yes, and I cannot tell how his lung has escaped." When Lewis returned he strapped the sufferer up like an artist, and then said-- "Now, skipper, you must run home as soon as the trawl is up." "Home! An' lose my woyage maybe ?" "Can't help that.

You have no place for him here.

See, he's off to sleep now his pain's gone, but where will he be if the sea rises ?" The skipper groaned; it seemed hard.