"It was he who suggested this
way of inducing you to make this confession after you had refused to
answer the lieutenant commander's questions."
"What?" demanded Truax harshly.
"When I was first called in to you, you were not sick, only scared by the
remarks of others. After we got you in here, we dosed you with ipecac.
That started your stomach to moving up and down."
"What? You poisoned me?"
"The ipecac was my choice. It isn't poison. The general idea was Captain
Benson's. With a lad like him you haven't a chance."
"Benson, you infernal cheat, you!" muttered Truax, and started to get out
of the berth. But he was weak, and the attendant had no difficulty in
thrusting him back.
"In view of what you've been telling us, you'd better not sprinkle bad
names about," said the surgeon, turning on his heel. He was followed by
the others, all chuckling.
"Mr. Benson," said Doctor McCrea, when the party was in the cabin, "are
you my friend?"
"I certainly am, sir," cried Jack warmly.
"Thank you," said the doctor, making a comical face. "With your head for
doing things, Mr. Benson, I feel safer with your friendship than I should
if I had your enmity.
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