“Tell me though—my brother ordered me to stay here in the cabin—tell me—couldn’t I be of some help? The captain and mate are both wounded, are they not?”
“Yes, a little,” I said encouragingly; “but Mr Frewen has seen to them. Shall I ask him if you can come and attend on the captain?”
“Yes; do!” she cried. Then quickly—“No, no! I must go by what my brother says.”
“And I must go out in the saloon and help. When all is safe I shall see you again.”
“When all is safe,” she whispered despondently.
“Yes, and it is going to be. Oh, it will be all right. May I take this?”
I pointed to a chest, and she tried to say yes, but only gave a nod; and shouldering the little box, I hurried with it to find that it was not wanted, for Mr Frewen was just forcing one in between the top of the pile and the ceiling, by standing upon a box which Mr Preddle was holding steady.