“Think not of the wealth on board, but rather run no risk of losing your own life and that of your companions, Master Davis,” said Sir Thomas.
By this time the boats had come alongside.
The first who leaped out of them on to the deck of the sinking ship was Captain Rover. A glance showed him our condition, and he seemed to recognise Sir Thomas, though he did not address him by name.
“We will convey you safely on board my ship, sir,” he said, “with those who cannot work; but I never let a stout ship sink under me if I can keep her afloat; and perchance a few fresh hands will help her to do that, if my friend here, Captain Davis, will accept their services.”
Captain Davis’s countenance brightened, and cordially thanking his brother captain, he accepted his offer.
“You shall have half a dozen of my men for those who are already knocked up,” said Captain Rover.
Meantime Aveline and her maiden had been carefully lowered into one of the boats. Sir Thomas and Richard followed.
“Can I desert my charge?” I said to myself. “No; that were a disgrace while I have strength. If Captain Davis remains, so will I.”
I did not forget Aveline when I came to this resolution. It was in spite of the strong wish I had to accompany her. Yet she would be in safety on board the Falcon, and I trusted that the Diamond would yet swim, and enter port at last. I therefore bade Sir Thomas farewell, telling him that I would remain by the ship and her cargo, of which I had charge.
“You do well, Ernst,” he exclaimed; “and your service shall not be forgotten.”