Don't you know
you've come into your kingdom?"
He turned, beheld the face of his old schoolmate
Sebright, and fell unconscious at his feet.
The doctor was attending him, a while later, in
Lieutenant Sebright's cabin, when he came to himself.
He opened his eyes, looked hard in the strange face,
and spoke with a kind of solemn vigour.
"Brown must go the same road," he said, "now or never."
And then paused, and his reason coming to him with more
clearness, spoke again: "What was I saying? Where am I?
Who are you?"
"I am the doctor of the TEMPEST," was the reply.
"You are in Lieutenant Sebright's berth, and you may
dismiss all concern from your mind. Your troubles are
over, Mr. Carthew."
"Why do you call me that?" he asked. "Ah, I remember--
Sebright knew me! O!" and he groaned and shook. "Send
down Wicks to me; I must see Wicks at once!" he cried,
and seized the doctor's wrist with unconscious
violence.
"All right," said the doctor. "Let's make a bargain.
You swallow down this draught, and I'll go and fetch
Wicks."
And he gave the wretched man an opiate that laid him
out within ten minutes, and in all likelihood preserved
his reason.
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