Lashed to this spar he passed the night.
When morning came he found that he had drifted out to sea; he could not tell how far.
He was out of sight of land, and no sail met his anxious gaze.
His strength was nearly exhausted, and he felt a stupor coming over him. Then he lost all consciousness.
How long he lay in this condition he could not tell. When he came to himself, he found that he was lying in the birth of a vessel, while a sailor was standing at his side.
The whole thing was soon explained.
He had been discovered by the Captain of a ship bound for England, from Boston.
He had been taken on board, in an almost lifeless condition, and kindly cared for.
In a little while he recovered his usual strength, and although his return home must necessarily be delayed, he trusted to be enabled before a great while to do so and bring to justice the villains who had attempted his murder.
Unfortunately the vessel by which he had been rescued, was wrecked on the coast of Ireland, he and the crew barely escaping with their lives.