"Hold on a moment!" he said. Then:
"Go along, young feller," Stubbins put in. "You're right now. We'll take care of you." And we started to guide him along the yard.
"We've put Jacobs into his bunk, Sir."
"It's me, Sir, an' Plummer an' Jaskett."
"Come erlong, boys. We've got ter du it," said one of the older men, rising from a chest, at this point. "What's it duin' outside, mate?"
"What are they doing? What are they doing?" I sung out. "Can't you see?" I shook his leg as I spoke. But at my touch, the old idiot--as I thought him at the moment--began to shout in a frightened voice: