I think not, replied Powers.
You was a mere boy then—the son of Admiral Powers.
Was you acquainted with my father!
Before the question could be answered Cahoonshee fainted. Drake instantly sprang to his assistance, but was restrained by the sailors.
Gentlemen, said Drake, I do not know for what crime you have shot this old man, but I beg of you to let me take care of him. See—he is dying. Let me hold his head.
This appeal touched the sympathies of the officers, and Drake was permitted to go to his assistance.
What caused this wound on his head? asked the Lieutenant.
The shot from the ship, replied Drake.
They were now along side of the ship, which was something new to Drake. He was still holding Cahoonshee’s head, who gave some signs of returning consciousness. Still the blood continued to flow from his wound.
He spoke: