Charlie and Uncle Isaac made the coffins for the two who died, and Captain Rhines and John dug their graves. On the eastern side of the cove a perpendicular cliff rose abruptly from the soil, with a little strip of green turf between it and the beach. Here they were buried. The white man had the name of “J. Watts” tattooed on his right arm; the name of the black was afterwards ascertained to be John Davis, and Charlie cut the names into the cliff—a most enduring memorial.
CHAPTER III.
A GLAD SURPRISE.
IN the course of three hours, it was evident that both of the rescued persons were reviving fast. Though unable to speak, they swallowed eagerly all that Captain Rhines thought proper to give; the expression returned to their eyes and features, and their limbs twitched with convulsive starts.
“Charlie,” said the captain, “I’ll take these people home in the schooner.”
“Leave them here, we can take care of them; and leave the schooner too. I’ll make a new mast and windlass for her.”
“It is too much for Mary, with a young child,—two invalids to take care of.”
“No, it ain’t, father; they will be all right, as soon as it will do to let them eat and drink.”