"Don't, boy," he cried in an angry, excited tone. "Stand up; be a man." "Yes, yes," I gasped; "but quick, corporal! never mind--that wretch-- run--the doctor--fetch Mr Price." "Bah!" cried Mr Reardon roughly, and trying to hide his own agitation, "the man's dead." I stared at him in horror. "He don't know!" I gasped. "Mr Reardon--sit--lie--lay him down, my lads. Don't you know you are badly hurt?" "I! hurt?" he cried. "No; I felt him hit me, but it was nothing." I reached up my trembling hand, but he caught it as it touched his shoulder, and was in the act of snatching it away, when his own came in contact with the handle of the knife. "Great heavens!" he ejaculated, as he drew it forth from where it was sticking through the stiff collar of his coat; "right through from side to side--what a narrow escape!" "I--I thought he had killed you," I cried faintly, and a deathly sensation made me feel for the moment as if I must fall. "No, not a scratch," he said firmly now. "A little memento," he muttered, as he took out his handkerchief and wrapped it round the blade before thrusting the knife in his breast-pocket. "I must keep that for my private museum, Herrick. Here, my lads, throw something over that wretch. Sentry, I'll talk to you later on. You saved my life." "Officer's orders, sir," said the man, looking uncomfortable and stiff as he drew himself up. "What, to save my life?" said Mr Reardon, smiling, and trying to look as if everything had been part of the ordinary business of life. "No, sir; to keep my eye on the Chinees. I had mine on that chap, for he looked ugly at you, and I see him pull himself together, shuffle in his blue jacket, and then make a jump at you, just like a cat at a rat." "What?" "Beg pardon, sir," said the man awkwardly; "I don't mean to say as you looked like a rat." "I hope not, my lad." "I meant him jumping like a cat." "Yes; and you saw him springing at me?" "Yes, sir." "Well, what then?" "Only bayonet practice, sir--point from guard, and he came right on it." "Yes?" "Then I held him down, sir." I saw Mr Reardon shudder slightly. "That will do, sentry," he said shortly. "I will see you another time. Come, Mr Herrick." I followed him on deck, and saw him take off his cap and wipe his forehead, but he turned consciously to see if I was looking. "Rather warm below," he said drily. "I'd better have kept to my first answer to you, my lad. You see it's dangerous to go into a wild-beasts' cage." "Yes, sir, I'm very sorry," I said; then, anxiously, "But you are sure you are not hurt, sir?" "Tut, tut! I told you no, boy. There, there, I don't mean that. Not even scratched, Mr Herrick. You can go to your messmates now with an adventure to tell them," he added, smiling; "only don't dress it up into a highly-coloured story, about how your superior officer relaxed the strict rules of dishipline; do you hear?"