He was in a hammock in the ’tween decks of a ship, which he could feel was in motion. At the slight movement he made in raising his head and peering over the side of the hammock, a man with a grave face came to him, saying something he could not understand.
“Where’s David?” inquired Jonathan, a little bit still puzzled in his head.
The man evidently knew that he was asking after his friend, as he pointed to another hammock, suspended a short distance from his own, in which David was calmly sleeping; after which he gave him some soup to drink, and Jonathan dropped off to sleep too.
When he awoke again he felt much better, and motioning to the attendant that he would like to get out of the hammock, the man assisted him on to his feet. He was a little shaky at first, feeling sore all over; but after walking up and down a few steps with the assistance of the attendant’s arm, he regained his strength, and proceeded to the side of David’s hammock to pay him a visit.
At the sound of Jonathan’s voice, the other—who
appeared to have been wide awake although he had made no movement—at once jumped up, and without any assistance got out and stood on the deck by Jonathan’s side.
“Well, old fellow!” said he.
“Well, Dave!” ejaculated the other; and they clasped each other’s hands with a tight grip, as they had never expected to do again on earth. They fully appreciated their rescue, and thanked God for it.
“And how do you feel, Dave?” inquired Jonathan, after they had had a long look at each other.