"I'm glad you think so. I certainly feel a great deal better," replied the captain, as though he was already cheered by the inspiration of hope.
"You must be careful, and keep still; and you will be all right in a week, at the most."
"I hope so; for I couldn't help thinking, when I was taken down, what a bitter thing it would be to poor Mollie if I should die so far from home and friends."
"You have got over the worst of it now, captain."
"Is Mollie out in the cabin?" asked the sufferer, persistently returning to the subject near his heart.
"No, sir; she is not, just now."
"Has she gone on deck?"
"No, sir."
"Where is she, Noddy?" demanded he, earnestly, as he attempted to raise himself up in his cot.
"Don't stir, captain; it will make you worse, if you do."