The music to his excited fancy appeared to be ineffably sweet and tender. The words he heard were these:—
“Not in mine innocence I trust;
I bow before Thee in the dust;
And through my Saviour’s blood alone
I look for mercy at the throne.
I leave the world without a tear,
Save for the friends I held so dear;
To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend,
And to the friendless prove a friend.”
A long-drawn sigh followed.
Pandoo listened no more, but flew straight on deck. He was trembling all over.
“Oh, sah,” he gasped, “de storeroom——”
“Yes, yes, not on fire, is it?”
“No, sah, no; but, sah, there is spirits in de storeroom.”
Antonio laughed.
“Of course; there is rum, a little brandy, and some wine, but what about that?”