"We are not in a bank, David; we are on board my ship."
"The deuce we are. But where's my money?"
"Oh, we'll talk about that by-and-by."
The surgeon stepped forward, and said soothingly, "You have been very ill, sir. You have had a fit."
"I believe you are right," said David thoughtfully.
"Will you allow me to examine your eye?"
The surgeon examined David's eye with his thumb and finger and then looked into it to see how the pupil dilated and contracted.
He rubbed his hands after this examination; "More good news, captain!" then lowering his voice, _"Your friend is as sane as I am._"