CHAPTER XV.
THE DEMON OF THE CUP.
"Is that you, Noddy?" asked the captain, faintly.
"Yes, sir. How do you feel, captain?"
"I think I'm a little better. I wish you would ask Mollie to come in; I want to see her."
"Does your head ache now, sir?" asked Noddy, who did not like to tell him that his daughter had just been taken with the fever.
"Not so bad as it did. Just speak to Mollie."
"I think you are ever so much better, sir. You will be out in a day or two."
"Do you think so, Noddy?"
"Yes, sir; I'm certain you will," answered the boy, who knew that faith was life in the present instance.