“Yes, sir: and if we don’t rescue your honourable father out o’ the clutches o’ them ere lubbers, I’m spiflicated if we don’t diskiver the reason why.”
“How far are we from port?” asked Oriel.
“About two days sail, sir,” replied the captain.
“We shall be too late if the greatest despatch is not used,” observed the young merchant, earnestly. “I rely upon your using every effort that your skill can suggest.”
“I’ll do every thing, sir, as a mortal cretur can do!” exclaimed the old man. “I arn’t the fellow to stand shilly-shally at such a time as this. I’ll look to every thing myself, and see about it immediately.”
The captain had scarcely left the cabin, and Oriel had thrown himself back in his seat, in deep and earnest meditation, when he was disturbed by a knock at the door.
“Come in,” he cried.
“May I enter, Oriel?” said Eureka, as she gently opened the door.
“Of course, dearest!” replied Oriel Porphyry, as he hastened towards her, and led her into the cabin, with her hands clasped in his.