"Hartley, did it ever occur to you that we are relatives? My family
name was Hartley until we changed it for Ashurst. Do you know why we
changed it? Because it was asserted that the elder branch of the family
was extinct, although my father and my elder brother--who is now Lord
Arlingford--knew that such is not the case. My brother has no children,
and when I last heard from home he was very ill. In case of his death I
should succeed to the title, though as well aware as he is that I have
no just right to it. There seems to me but little prospect that either
you or I will escape, but I feel that I must unburden my mind. When I
first saw you on board and heard your name, I immediately thought that
you must belong to our family. Upon making further inquiries I was
convinced of it. I hated you, not that you had done anything to offend
me, but because my family had kept you out of your just rights. You
have returned only good for evil. But can you now forgive me for the
great wrong which I have done you?"
"Indeed I can do so most heartily," answered Owen; "but I confess that I
do not understand all you have been telling me, nor how your family can
have injured mine. I know that we had relations of noble birth, and I
should think that my father, had he possessed any claim to the
Arlingford title and estates, would not have failed to assert it."
"He was not aware, perhaps, that several of the intermediate heirs had
died in rapid succession, and that my father had been tempted
successfully to make his claim."
Ashurst as he spoke was evidently becoming weaker and weaker, and
although Owen would gladly have obtained more information from him, yet
he had not the heart to do so. He had very little hope indeed that
Ashurst would recover, but still was unwilling to tell him how ill he
was, lest it should lower his spirits and do harm.
The raft all this time was floating on the calm sea, drifting slowly
down the channel; but as there was not a breath of wind, with only the
pieces of board, it could scarcely be urged through the water.
Mike and Nat sat watching for anything likely to be of use which might
appear on the surface of the water. Owen devoted all his attention to
Ashurst, who was constantly complaining of the pain the wound in his
side caused him, and of the thirst he was enduring.
At last Owen asked him if he thought that he should recover?
"I dare not think about it," answered Ashurst. "I have lived a careless
life. I have done much evil, and no good that I can bring to my
remembrance. I can only now look forward to a few hours of suffering
before I quit the world. I wish that I had perished with the other poor
fellows. I do not know why I was saved, except as a punishment for my
sins."
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