Cora was surprised, and felt hurt. She supposed he stood by her side, and intended to have the honor of introducing him to his parents, but he was nowhere to be found. I saw a young man in the boat when you came along-side, said Mrs. Davis. Yes, and it was your son. He came on deck with me, replied Cora. The Captain was in a maze. He had at no time been convinced that the person alluded to by Cahoonshee was his child and this sudden disappearance raised greater doubts. Lieutenant, said the Captain, this is very remarkable that the person said to be my son came on board, but cannot be found. Said to be your son? exclaimed Walter. I have heard of no such person. I have, replied Cora, and am the only one on board that knew that fact. How do you know? inquired the Captain. I saw the mark on his breast that I have so often heard described. He showed it to me on the island. The decks were searched, but Drake could not be found, and amid the confusion the doctor appeared. How is your patient? asked the Captain. Better. He is sitting up conversing with the young man who was on the float with him when he got hurt. That is Drake, said Cora. I will go after him, and started for the doctor’s room. Don’t disturb them at present. The old man realizes that his end is near, and wishes to have a private talk with the boy. The parties then went to the cabin, and Amy and Cora related in part their adventures. Amy gave Drake’s history from the time she became acquainted with him, and was describing her mother’s funeral when Tom Jones and Jack Frost appeared bearing Cahoonshee in their arms, followed by Drake. Instantly all voices are hushed, and a death-like silence prevailed. Here youth and old age clasped hands. The old man was weak and trembling, and it was evident that he was making a superhuman effort to perform a promise made many years ago. Drake stood by his side holding his hand, the very picture of despair as his whole soul went out for Cahoonshee. At that moment he would have forsaken father and mother to prolong the life of him that had been his friend and foster-father. Mrs. Davis made an attempt to go to the side of her child, but was restrained by the Captain who was doubting whether he could believe his own eyes. Whether the youth that held the aged warrior’s hand was his son. Cahoonshee beckoned Captain Davis and wife to approach, and they advanced. Years ago I promised to find and restore to you your child. Why I have delayed it so long, your son will explain at some other time. My sands of life are nearly run out, and my last act will be to present to you your son. Examine the mark and satisfy yourselves. Drake bared his bosom. The Captain and wife in the same breath exclaimed: _Our child!_