I dare say he was tired
with his day's work, and eminently comfortable at that moment; and
the truth is, I did not stop to consider his feelings, but told my
story in a breath.
'Steward,' said I, 'there's a man lying bad with cramp, and I can't
find the doctor.'
He turned upon me as pert as a sparrow, but with a black look that is
the prerogative of man; and taking his pipe out of his mouth -
'That's none of my business,' said he. 'I don't care.'
I could have strangled the little ruffian where he sat. The thought
of his cabin civility and cabin tips filled me with indignation. I
glanced at O'Reilly; he was pale and quivering, and looked like
assault and battery, every inch of him. But we had a better card
than violence.
'You will have to make it your business,' said I, 'for I am sent to
you by the officer on the bridge.'
Blackwood was fairly tripped. He made no answer, but put out his
pipe, gave me one murderous look, and set off upon his errand
strolling. From that day forward, I should say, he improved to me in
courtesy, as though he had repented his evil speech and were anxious
to leave a better impression.
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