‘What ship?’ asked the captain, when he had recovered sufficiently to speak.
‘From the Bon Espoir,’ answered the man, feebly. ‘She sprang a leak and went down.’
‘Who are you?’
The man hesitated a moment. His senses were evidently half scattered.
‘My name is George Englehardt, of Philadelphia,’ he said presently.
Then he looked round anxiously.
‘Are there any saved except me?’ he asked, in a faint whisper.
‘Not a soul.’
The man heaved a deep sigh, and relapsed once more into unconsciousness.