cotton, you remember, near the door. And, I say, mind you keep well clear of the powder."
When the cotton was brought, Sam tore it up into long strips, which he wound somewhat tightly round the sailor's huge chest.
"You see," he observed, as he applied the bandages, "broken ribs are not necessarily displaced, but the action of breathing separates the ends of them continually, so that they can't get a chance of re-uniting. All we have to do, therefore, is to prevent your taking a full breath, and this is accomplished by tying you up tight—so. Now, you can't breathe fully even if you would, and I 'd recommend you not to try. By the way—what 's your name?"
"Johnson, sir,—John Johnson."
"Well, Johnson, I 'll give you something to eat and drink now, after which you '11 have another sleep. To-morrow we 'll have a chat on things in general."
"I say," asked Robin that night, as he and Sam stood star-gazing together beside a small fire which had been kindled outside the cavern-mouth for cooking purposes, "is it true that you have studied all the subjects you mentioned to Johnson this morning?"
"Quite true. I have not indeed studied them long or profoundly, but I have acquired sufficient
