“No, no! Don’t alarm the boy,” said the captain; and just then Mark felt a little hand steal into his, and heard a faint sob, while another hand was laid upon his shoulder.
“Miss O’Halloran! Mary!” whispered Mark.
“Yes: the major?”
“Papa?”
Two voices whispered those questions at the same moment.
“He’s quite right, and down there in the boat,” said Mark.
“Now, my boy, quick!” said the captain, catching Mark by the shoulder; “who’s below in the boat?”
“All of them, father.”
“Unhurt?”
“Mr Morgan has got a nasty spear wound.”