A return of his old complaint! exclaimed Cora excitedly.
Admiral Powers is carried to his room, and the family physician is soon at his side. He seemed unconscious, yet intelligence beamed in his countenance. His eyes opened and gazed at the different objects in the room. His lips moved as if trying to talk.
Raise me up, he said.
He was raised up. Then by a mighty effort he clasped his hands, closed his eyes and said:
Let me pray.
That was a mental prayer, not heard on earth, but answered in heaven. For nearly an hour he lay in the same attitude, his lips faintly moving.
Thus did Admiral Powers manfully fight his last battle. This battle was between himself, his nature, and his God.
Doctor, said the Lieutenant, we await your directions.
The doctor replied: