"There's an angel for you, Dale," mumbled the mate, with his mouth full. "Right kind of angel too, who can open meat-tins for hungry men, and who knows that even now it's nicer off a white cloth. I don't wonder at the doctor." "What about the doctor?" I said curiously, as I too ate as if I had not had anything for a month. "Never you mind. Fill your fists and come along. Eat as we go." We each covered a biscuit with meat and laid another on the top, to form the hardest sandwiches ever made by man, and then hurried into the next cabin, where Captain Berriman was lying on a mattress. "Ah, Brymer! At last!" he cried. "Well?" "Yes, it's well, skipper," said Mr Brymer. "I think we shall save the ship." Captain Berriman's lips moved, as his eyes closed for a few moments. "Can you eat this?" said the mate, offering his sandwich. "Oh no. Miss Denning has been attending to me, bless her!" "Amen, and a double blessing," said Mr Brymer. "There, keep a good heart, man, and pray for another day or two's calm. We'll do everything possible. Good-bye." "I know you will, Brymer. Go on, then. You will all do your best." He smiled at me then, and I followed the mate, who was hurrying along to the end of the saloon. "Let's look at Walters first." "No. You go; I can't, my lad. If I do I shall feel as if I must throw him overboard. He might have saved us from all this. Go and see him, and don't let him starve; though I suppose Mr Frewen's feeding him now on physic." He hurried away, as I felt that in all probability Miss Denning had been there to see to the wretched lad; and so it proved, for on the locker close to his head was a glass of fresh water, and the white handkerchief bound round his head, still moist with eau-de-cologne, was evidently one of hers. His eyes were closed as I entered, but after a minute he opened them and looked at me fixedly. I could not help shuddering, and thinking how horribly bad he looked, but the repelling feeling gave way to pity directly, as I thought of how sharply he was being punished for all he had done--wounded, suffering severely in body, and far worse, I was sure, in mind. I hesitated for a few moments, hardly knowing how to approach him, for mentally I felt farther from him than ever. We had never been friends, for I knew that he had never liked me, while now, as I gazed at him, and thought of all the sufferings he had caused, I felt that we ought to be enemies indeed. And so I behaved to him like the worst enemy I ever had, and as he gazed at me fixedly I went and laid my hand upon his forehead. "You're precious hot and feverish," I said. "You had better have the door open too." I propped the cabin-door wide, so that the air might pass through, and then added, gruffly enough--