"Poor old boy! I expect you’ve had a bad time," Mr. Appleton went on. "But I couldn’t let you know that I was all right." "I can hardly believe it. It seems too good to be true. We’d long ago given you up." "Long ago! Why, goodness alive! how long have I been here then?" And then Lawrence remembered that it was only a fortnight since that unlucky pursuit of Nurla Bai. "It seems an age," he said. "But how splendid it is, Uncle! Bob and everybody will be simply wild with delight. You’re not ill, are you?" he asked, noticing that his uncle remained flat on his back. "I’m never ill, as you know! But old What’s-his-name is not much of a surgeon, and I’m helpless with a broken thigh or something of the sort. That rascal Nurla Bai only gave me a flesh wound, which is healed now; but when I fell I came down too heavily on a rock beneath the surface, and smashed myself. The old man happened to be fishing close by----" "I remember: we found a fishing net when we were searching for you." "I was carried within reach of him, and he drew me ashore to a cavern under the cliff. Of course I was senseless, and the old man seems to have been scared out of his wits by the aeroplane, or he would have shown up when you were looking for me. Anyway, he carried me to this place, which appears to be only a few feet above the bank, and here he has looked after me ever since. When I came to myself, I explained what had happened, and asked him to walk up to the mine to tell you that I was alive. He went off, but returned with a story about a whole army marching up, and fighting, and big guns, and what not. So I simply had to make the best of it, though I knew that you must think me dead. Now, what is this all about?" "I’ll tell you everything when I get you home, Uncle. Major Endicott is here----" "Thinks me mad, you know." "With a lot of troopers, and they must sling up a horse-litter for you. We’ve got Captain Coats at the mine--an army surgeon, you know; he’ll see what’s really the matter with you." "Any other strangers? Billeting is rather expensive. But I’m talking nonsense. Get me out of this as soon as you like. It’s a very comfortable hut, but not like home, and I long to see old Chunda Beg’s serious phiz, and--yes, hear the Babu’s chatter. And I want to know----" "Yes, there are heaps of things to explain," Lawrence interrupted. "I’ll run and tell the Major." "And I say, in case I forget it, I promised to give old Stick-in-the-mud a pound of tobacco when I got back. Remind me."