"And who gave the orders?"
"Yourself, last night."
"Ah!" he remarked, as he handed back the glass. His head fell heavily on the pillow again, and he was silent.
Still, he did not sleep; his eyes were opened, and gazed anxiously all around.
"I remember," he murmured, while two tears welled in his eyes; then he suddenly addressed Michael.
"It was you who picked me up and brought me aboard?"
"Yes, Captain, 'twas."
"Thanks! and yet it would have perhaps been better to leave me to die."
The sailor shrugged his shoulders disdainfully.
"That is a fine idea, strike me!" he grumbled.