"Made 'em set themselves, squire. I gave him as much as he could eat, and then made him draw in as much air as he could and hold it while I put a great broad bandage round him. I had a piece of canvas pierced with eye-holes, and laced it up tight about his chest with a bit o' yarn. He came right again in no time. So will you, sir. All you want for this arm is rest, plenty of cold bathing, and clean bandages. Nature will soon heal that up. How does the sponging feel?" "Delightful!" said the patient. "And what about your head?" "Very bad." "Cup of tea will soon set that right, sir; but I meant your thinking apparatus--let's have some more water, squire. There, I'll hold his arm over the basin, and you trickle it on from the spout of the can gently. That'll make the muscles contract healthily and help the swelling to go down." "Most comforting!" said Sir Humphrey, with a sigh of relief. "But what did you mean about my thinking apparatus?" "Not going to fancy your wound's poisoned, are you?" "N-no," said the patient, hesitating. "I suppose I need not fidget about that?" "Not a bit, sir," said the captain gruffly, as he went on busying himself about the wound. "I daresay there was something on the arrow-head, but squire here cleansed the wound beautifully, and you can see for yourself that this side is all right, and take our word for it that the other looks just the same. Now, squire, we'll have some of that lint on, and a light bandage to keep it clean and cool. He'll have the arm in a sling and hold it still, so that there's no fear of any more bleeding, and it will heal up again in a very short time." Sir Humphrey unconsciously sighed again, but it was a sigh of relief and a few minutes after Dan brought him a cup of tea, of which he partook, and once more dropped asleep when everything had been done. "Bit weak," said the captain softly. "Best thing he can do. Sleep's a fine thing, and it seems the best thing in the world when you've got the watch and your eyelids keep on sticking together and making you feel as if you must break up a couple of sticks to turn into props. Now come and have some breakfast, my lad. I want mine. Eh? what do you say? We're sailing up?" "Yes; we're going fast." "Ever since sunrise, my lad, and we're miles away from where we anchored, and likely to get miles more ahead by night, so that we may hope for better anchorage and better sport than we had yesterday. Hungry?" "Well, yes," said Brace. "I feel more at ease about my brother." "That's right," said the captain, sniffing. "I say! ham smells good. Coffee too. That skinny chap of Briscoe's makes a splendid steward. You'll feel in better heart still when you've had your breakfast. Sun's out again." "Yes," said Brace; "I saw it was a bright morning."