“The ship here?”
“Yes; round there, sir,” said the poor fellow wearily. “There’s some half-burned biscuit in her, and I’ve been living on that and some kind of fruit I found in the woods when I could get ashore. I brought this thing for a walking-stick.”
“Then the ship is ashore here?” cried the major joyfully.
“Yes, sir; but she’s not good for anything but firewood,” said the stowaway sadly.
“Ah! we shall see about that,” said the major. “I’m glad you’ve escaped, my lad.”
“And has everybody else, sir?” said the man.
“No, not everybody,” said Mark; “but my father and the ladies and the officers are safe.”
“Don’t say as Billy Widgeon isn’t saved, sir,” cried the man piteously.
“No, because he is,” replied Mark.
“That’s a comfort,” said the stowaway.