"Carry him into the cabin," said Lieutenant Johnson sharply; and this being done, the poor fellow was stripped, briskly rubbed, and the customary plans adopted to restore respiration, Bob Roberts eagerly taking his turn, till, to his delight, as he watched Ali's arms being worked up and down, so as to empty and fill his chest, there was a faint flutter, a sigh, and the doubts as to the young Malay's life being spared were at an end. "Hooray!" cried Bob, who was only in his shirt and trousers, his collar open, and his sleeves rolled right up to his shoulders. "Hooray!" he cried; and forgetting all his dignity as second officer in command of Her Majesty's ship, he indulged in a kind of triumphal dance, which ended with a flop, caused by his bringing one foot down flat on the cabin floor. "I think that will do, Mr Roberts," said the lieutenant quietly; and Bob coloured up and looked confused. "I felt so delighted, sir, to see the poor old chap better," he stammered. "So I see," said the lieutenant. "There, put on your jacket, and give the men a glass of grog apiece for what they have done towards saving our friend here. Dick, there, has pretty well rubbed his skin off." "Well, sir," said Dick in an ill-used tone, "I rubbed as hard as ever I could." "That you did, Dick," said the middy. "And he is coming to, sir," continued Dick. "Yes," said the lieutenant, "a good sleep will set him right, I think. It is a pity the doctor has gone on the expedition; but we must do the best we can." "Expedition!" said Bob sharply, "of course; but I thought Ali here had gone. He was going. Oh, I know; he has stopped behind because Tom Long and I were not going." "Very likely," said the lieutenant drily; "but had you not better see about the men's refreshment?" "Oh! yes, sir; of course," said Bob, hurrying on his light jacket; and Dick and a couple of men, who had been helping, followed him out of the cabin, smiling and wiping their lips in anticipation of the promised drink. They had hardly left the cabin when Ali opened his eyes, and lay gazing up at the ceiling, then, in a curious, puzzled way, at the light, his mind struggling to recover itself and master his confusion. A sigh and a few muttered words took the lieutenant to his side; and on seeing him Ali started, and said something to him in the Malay tongue. "Are you better?" said the lieutenant kindly. "Better?" he said, "better? Where am I? what place is this?" "You are on board the steamer. We found you drowning in the river." Ali clasped his forehead with his hands for a few moments, and then all seemed to come back like a flood. "Yes," he said hoarsely, "I know now. I was swimming to the island." "I see; and you were swept away," said the lieutenant kindly. "I think you had better lie down, and have a good sleep," he continued, as the young man struggled up. "No, no!" cried Ali excitedly. "I recollect all now. Quick! call your men; there is great danger!"