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"
Come
,
boys
,
"
said
Jack
Martin
,
in
a
grave
tone
,
to
me
and
Peterkin
,
as
we
stood
on
the
quarter-deck
awaiting
our
fate
--
"
come
,
boys
;
we
three
shall
stick
together
.
You
see
it
is
impossible
that
the
little
boat
can
reach
the
shore
,
crowded
with
men
.
It
will
be
sure
to
upset
,
so
I
mean
rather
to
trust
myself
to
a
large
oar
.
I
see
through
the
telescope
that
the
ship
will
strike
at
the
tail
of
the
reef
,
where
the
waves
break
into
the
quiet
water
inside
;
so
if
we
manage
to
cling
to
the
oar
till
it
is
driven
over
the
breakers
,
we
may
perhaps
gain
the
shore
.
What
say
you
?
Will
you
join
me
?
"
We
gladly
agreed
to
follow
Jack
,
for
he
inspired
us
with
confidence
--
although
I
could
perceive
,
by
the
sad
tone
of
his
voice
,
that
he
had
little
hope
;
and
indeed
,
when
I
looked
at
the
white
waves
that
lashed
the
reef
and
boiled
against
the
rocks
as
if
in
fury
,
I
felt
that
there
was
but
a
step
between
us
and
death
.
My
heart
sank
within
me
;
but
at
that
moment
my
thoughts
turned
to
my
beloved
mother
,
and
I
remembered
those
words
,
which
were
among
the
last
that
she
said
to
me
:
"
Ralph
,
my
dearest
child
,
always
remember
,
in
the
hour
of
danger
,
to
look
to
your
Lord
and
Saviour
Jesus
Christ
.
He
alone
is
both
able
and
willing
to
save
your
body
and
your
soul
.
"
So
I
felt
much
comforted
when
I
thought
thereon
.
The
ship
was
now
very
near
the
rocks
.
The
men
were
ready
with
the
boat
,
and
the
captain
beside
them
giving
orders
,
when
a
tremendous
wave
came
towards
us
.
We
three
ran
towards
the
bow
to
lay
hold
of
our
oar
,
and
had
barely
reached
it
when
the
wave
fell
on
the
deck
with
a
crash
like
thunder
.
At
the
same
moment
the
ship
struck
;
the
foremast
broke
off
close
to
the
deck
and
went
over
the
side
,
carrying
the
boat
and
men
along
with
it
.
Our
oar
got
entangled
with
the
wreck
,
and
Jack
seized
an
axe
to
cut
it
free
;
but
owing
to
the
motion
of
the
ship
,
he
missed
the
cordage
and
struck
the
axe
deep
into
the
oar
.
Another
wave
,
however
,
washed
it
clear
of
the
wreck
.
We
all
seized
hold
of
it
,
and
the
next
instant
we
were
struggling
in
the
wild
sea
.
The
last
thing
I
saw
was
the
boat
whirling
in
the
surf
,
and
all
the
sailors
tossed
into
the
foaming
waves
.
Then
I
became
insensible
.
On
recovering
from
my
swoon
I
found
myself
lying
on
a
bank
of
soft
grass
,
under
shelter
of
an
overhanging
rock
,
with
Peterkin
on
his
knees
by
my
side
,
tenderly
bathing
my
temples
with
water
,
and
endeavouring
to
stop
the
blood
that
flowed
from
a
wound
in
my
forehead
.
There
is
a
strange
and
peculiar
sensation
experienced
in
recovering
from
a
state
of
insensibility
which
is
almost
indescribable
:
a
sort
of
dreamy
,
confused
consciousness
;
a
half-waking
,
half-sleeping
condition
,
accompanied
with
a
feeling
of
weariness
,
which
,
however
,
is
by
no
means
disagreeable
.
As
I
slowly
recovered
,
and
heard
the
voice
of
Peterkin
inquiring
whether
I
felt
better
,
I
thought
that
I
must
have
overslept
myself
,
and
should
be
sent
to
the
masthead
for
being
lazy
;
but
before
I
could
leap
up
in
haste
,
the
thought
seemed
to
vanish
suddenly
away
,
and
I
fancied
that
I
must
have
been
ill
.
Then
a
balmy
breeze
fanned
my
cheek
;
and
I
thought
of
home
,
and
the
garden
at
the
back
of
my
father
's
cottage
with
its
luxuriant
flowers
,
and
the
sweet-scented
honeysuckle
that
my
dear
mother
trained
so
carefully
upon
the
trellised
porch
.
But
the
roaring
of
the
surf
put
these
delightful
thoughts
to
flight
,
and
I
was
back
again
at
sea
,
watching
the
dolphins
and
the
flying-fish
,
and
reefing
topsails
off
the
wild
and
stormy
Cape
Horn
.
Gradually
the
roar
of
the
surf
became
louder
and
more
distinct
.
I
thought
of
being
wrecked
far
,
far
away
from
my
native
land
,
and
slowly
opened
my
eyes
to
meet
those
of
my
companion
Jack
,
who
,
with
a
look
of
intense
anxiety
,
was
gazing
into
my
face
.
"
Speak
to
us
,
my
dear
Ralph
!
"
whispered
Jack
tenderly
.
"
Are
you
better
now
?
"
I
smiled
and
looked
up
,
saying
,
"
Better
!
Why
,
what
do
you
mean
,
Jack
?
I
'm
quite
well
.
"
"
Then
what
are
you
shamming
for
,
and
frightening
us
in
this
way
?
"
said
Peterkin
,
smiling
through
his
tears
;
for
the
poor
boy
had
been
really
under
the
impression
that
I
was
dying
.
I
now
raised
myself
on
my
elbow
,
and
putting
my
hand
to
my
forehead
,
found
that
it
had
been
cut
pretty
severely
,
and
that
I
had
lost
a
good
deal
of
blood
.
"
Come
,
come
,
Ralph
,
"
said
Jack
,
pressing
me
gently
backward
,
"
lie
down
,
my
boy
;
you
're
not
right
yet
.
Wet
your
lips
with
this
water
;
it
's
cool
and
clear
as
crystal
.
I
got
it
from
a
spring
close
at
hand
.
There
,
now
,
do
n't
say
a
word
--
hold
your
tongue
,
"
he
said
,
seeing
me
about
to
speak
.
"
I
'll
tell
you
all
about
it
,
but
you
must
not
utter
a
syllable
till
you
have
rested
well
.
"
