“My cousin would have done his duty,” he said, gravely.
“His duty!” cried the captain, bitterly. “Your country has lost a treasure in the death of that man, sir.”
“Good heavens, man! What do you know—”
“Enough, sir. Let Captain James Armstrong rest. The name is well represented now by a gentleman, and it is to that fact that Captain Humphrey owes his life.”
The latter stared at the speaker wonderingly.
“Well, sir, why have you sent for me!”
“To thank you, Commodore Junk, and to ask you a question or two.”
“Go on, sir. Perhaps I shall not answer you.”
“I will risk it,” said Humphrey, watching him narrowly, “You spared my life. Why?”
“I told you.”