"Though temperance!" said he, "although I ain't never signed no pledge, still I will indulge in a draught of this, by way of celebratin' our wonderful preservation!"
Before drinking, the old tar put the neck of the bottle between the lips of the young girl, pouring some of the brandy down her throat.
The effect was instantaneous; color came to her cheeks, and she opened her beautiful blue eyes, which were turned upon her lover before she spoke.
"Harry! Where are we now? Are you perfectly safe—uninjured—"
"Ay, ay," interrupted Turk; "that's the way with her sect, always a-thinkin' of t'others before themselves."
"I am perfectly well, and uninjured," answered Harry, as he helped Mary to her feet. "Come, Turk," he added, to the old sailor, "let us get some kind of a shelter up for this poor child!"
A fire was first kindled, dry wood having been found in a hollow behind some stones. Then Harry procured a log and made a good seat for the girl before the fire, that she might dry her saturated garments.
"This is comfortable," said Turk, as he again raised his flask to his lips; "here we are all out of them perils which—"
Harry quietly seized his arm.
"Turk," said he, "we may need that brandy. I will buy it of you."