“I have a brother in Brava.”
Harry thought he said mother.
“You have a mother, Jack?”
“No; no mother—a brother. See him; tell him how I died, how I lived. Tell him about heaven and all things good, as you have told me.”
“Raggy—he will miss poor Jack.”
There was a long interval of silence. Jack’s eyes were closed now, and Harry thought he slept. But he opened them presently.
Then he put his cold damp hand in Harry’s. “Master,” he said, “you have given me life.”
“Oh, Jack!” said Harry, “I fear it is far beyond my skill to give you life.”
“But you have given me life—light and life. I was but a savage. You have told me of Him who can love even a savage.”
“Yes, yes, Jack; He loves you. He will receive you.”