“Have you a little sweetheart?”
“Yes; look!”
He took out a miniature from his breast—one of the sweetest young faces Jack had ever seen.
“That is why I don’t want to die, sir.”
Jack heaved a sigh. But after this all the spare time he had he passed by the side of young Murray’s cot. And now came the terrible bombardment of Cadiz.
CHAPTER XV.
BEFORE CADIZ.
“For honour, glory, and the laws,
Is native courage given;
And he who fights his country’s cause,
Fights in the cause of Heaven.”—Dibdin.