Put them in the drawer of the table and I'll answer them
to-morrow. I want to get a little more sleep, so give me a drink, and
then leave me alone--both nurse and you--till I ring the bell. There's a
bell on the table, isn't there?"
He stretched out a hand towards the table beside the bed, and Jim softly
pushed the bell under his fingers.
"That's right," he added. "Now, I'm not to be disturbed unless the doctor
comes. I'm all right, and I want to be alone and quiet. No one at all in
the room is what I want. You understand, Jim?"
"My head's just as good to get at what you want as ever it was, and you
goin' have what you want, I guess, while I'm on deck," was Jim's reply.
Jim put a glass of water into his hand. He drank very slowly, was indeed
only mechanically conscious that he was drinking, for his mind was far
away.
After he had put the glass down, Jim still stood beside the bed, looking
at him.
"Why don't you go, as I tell you, Jim?" Ingolby asked wearily.
"I'm goin'"--Jim tucked the bedclothes in carefully--"I'm goin', but,
boss, I jes' want to say dat dis thing goin' to come out all right
bime-by. There ain't no doubt 'bout dat. You goin' see everything, come
jes' like what you want--suh!"
Ingolby did not reply.
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