“I must say what I have got to say, or I may never have an opportunity,” replied Lord Reginald; “for what I can tell I may not have another interval of reason. I wish to assure you that I die at peace with you, and pray for forgiveness from all I have ever ill treated. When I am gone, cut off a lock of my hair, and if you ever reach home give it to my mother, and tell her that one of my greatest regrets was not being able to see her and my brothers and sisters again, and confessing to my father that I had attempted to misrepresent you to him. Again, I ask, can you forgive me?” and Lord Reginald stretched out his emaciated hands towards Dick, who gave his in return, as he answered—
“Yes, yes, indeed I do, most heartily.” As Lord Reginald grasped his hand, he pressed it to his lips, and burst into tears.
Dick felt a choking sensation, such as he had never before experienced, and turned away from a delicacy of feeling, lest Lord Reginald should be ashamed of the agitation he was exhibiting. He felt also very anxious to calm the mind of his patient, who in his weak state was ill able to undergo any excitement.
For a long time after this the poor young lord was unable to rise from his cot, but every day Dick observed a change for the better, it being a good sign that he evidently enjoyed the food provided for him.
Dick had now to leave him for a much longer time than before to the care of Neptune, who never quitted his master’s side during his absence.
One night, after his day’s work was over, Dick had wandered down to the sea-shore, with a thick stick in his hand, which he usually carried to defend himself, should he encounter any savage beasts, as he thought that such might possibly exist, though he had not hitherto seen them.
As he approached the beach, he caught sight on the white sand of some dark objects, which were crawling up slowly from the sea. Though he had never before seen any, he at once guessed that they were turtles. He remained concealed, so as to allow them, without being frightened, to reach the upper part of the beach, where they began scratching away and depositing their eggs.
“We shall have food enough now, without diminishing the stock of wild animals on shore,” thought Dick. “Those are just the things to do Lord Reginald good. If we have to make a voyage, we can lay in a good store of them.”
He wisely waited until a number of turtles had deposited their eggs in the sand, then rushing from his place of concealment, he turned over half a dozen on their backs, thus effectually preventing them from making their escape. Then, seizing one by the hind legs, he dragged it up towards his hut, when he killed it. Lord Reginald was still awake. He ran in and told him the good news.
“I wish that I could get up and help you, Hargrave,” was the answer.