“Never a one, sir, thank God.”
So they set to work to repair damages; while the liberated slaves, having shifted some of the galley's oars, pull away after their comrade; and that with such a will, that in ten minutes they have caught her up, and careless of the Spaniard's fire, boarded her en masse, with yells as of a thousand wolves. There will be fearful vengeance taken on those tyrants, unless they play the man this day.
And in the meanwhile half the crew are clothing, feeding, questioning, caressing those nine poor fellows thus snatched from living death; and Yeo, hearing the news, has rushed up on deck to welcome his old comrades, and—
“Is Michael Heard, my cousin, here among you?”
Yes, Michael Heard is there, white-headed rather from misery than age; and the embracings and questionings begin afresh.
“Where is my wife, Salvation Yeo?”
“With the Lord.”
“Amen!” says the old man, with a short shudder. “I thought so much; and my two boys?”
“With the Lord.”
The old man catches Yeo by the arm.