'FEEL BETTER?'
For a moment he did not reply; then slowly and with a curiously thick utterance, he said:--
'Yes. You save me? Dank you.
'Not at all. Couldn't leave a white man in the hands of niggers, you know. Can you get up?'
'I dink so.' With Trentham's assistance he struggled to his feet. 'Yes. Widout you I am killed--and eat! Ach!'
'You are not an Englishman?'
'Dutch. Mate of a trade schooner dat was wrecked up de coast.'
'And the rest of the crew?'
'Dead--dead; all but me. I swim strong.'