A tale for boys of voyage and adventure among the islands of the Malay Archipelago.
captain, turning to the boy, whose hand Merlin was licking, as if to congratulate him on his escape.
"Indeed you were, sir," answered the boy; "and we are very, very grateful to you, and to that brave sailor who carried my father and Emily out of the ship, and helped me into the boat. I want to thank him more particularly, and so would my father; but oh, sir, do you think he will soon recover out of that fearful swoon? Or do, do tell me, for I did not like to ask you before my sister, is he--is he really--dead?"
The boy's voice dropped as he spoke.
"I fear, Walter, that he is dead," answered the captain. "But we will do our best to comfort your little sister; and so, I am sure, will you. You have reason to be thankful that he was permitted thus to die quietly in bed, and to know that your lives were spared."
"Oh yes, yes! I know," answered the boy, hiding his face in his hands.
It was some hours before Emily could understand that her father could never again speak to her or