"Are you going to let him stay in here?" he asked, as he bound a
lotion-soaked pad over the damaged eye.
"For the present," said Saltash. "Any objection?"
"Not the smallest." Larpent's tone was absolutely noncommittal. "Make him
lie quiet, that's all!"
"He'll do that," said Saltash with confidence.
"Good!" said Larpent. "We're in for a blow before we reach Gib or I'm
much mistaken."
"Do us all good," said Saltash with satisfaction.
Larpent looked grim and said no more.
"Frightened?" asked Saltash of Toby when he was gone.
Toby chuckled at the thought. "Not a bit, sir."
"Good sailor by any chance?" questioned Saltash.
"No, sir; rotten, sir." Quite undaunted came the reply.
"Well, shut your eyes and go to sleep!" commanded Saltash, and spread a
rug over the small, curled-up figure.
Toby murmured his thanks and relaxed with a big sigh of content.
Some hours later, when the blow that Larpent had prophesied had arrived
in earnest and the yacht was pitching on a wild sea in the light of a
lurid sunset, Saltash came below to change.
He was met by Toby, ghastly of face but still desperately smiling, who
sprang from his couch to wait upon him, and collapsed at his feet.
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