It's all over now.

Come and help me.

Don't let these horrible people see Tanner like this." He turned to me then, and let his eyes fall on our messmate.
"Can you get me a drink of water, Ching ?" he murmured.
"Yes, d'leckly; wait lit' bit.

Po' Mr Barki' Tanner leg velly bad, makee sick.

You' alm velly bad still ?" "Very bad; it throbs," murmured Smith.
"Ah, yes! Wait lit' bit and no clowd.