"No, no, it's not too late. Jean and I will look after you."
"Little can you do for me now, my son. But give me your hand, Jean, my dear."
As the girl obeyed, he took her right hand in his and placed it in Dane's. Then his fingers closed firmly upon them as he held them for a few seconds.
"Be good to each other," he said. "Love each other, and may God bless you both."
Tears were streaming down Jean's cheeks now, and Dane's eyes were misty. They wished to speak, but words would not come. Several mast-cutters entered the room who stared in wonder at the scene before them. Sam motioned them to be silent, and pointed to the door leading into the adjoining room. They understood his meaning, and slipped silently away.
In a few minutes Norman again aroused himself, and tried to raise his head from the pillow. He was too weak, however, and sank back with a moan.
"What is it, father?" Dane asked. "Can I do anything for you?"
"Yes, yes, over there in that box in the corner. You will find it at the bottom."
"What is it?"
"The flag. Bring it here, quick."