ld stretched out his emaciated hands
towards Dick, who gave his in return, as he answered--

"Yes, yes, indeed I do, most heartily." As Lord Reginald grasped his
hand, he pressed it to his lips, and burst into tears.

Dick felt a choking sensation, such as he had never before experienced,
and turned away from a delicacy of feeling, lest Lord Reginald should be
ashamed of the agitation he was exhibiting. He felt also very anxious
to calm the mind of his patient, who in his weak state was ill able to
undergo any excitement.

For a long time after this the poor young lord was unable to rise from
his cot, but every day Dick observed a change for the better, it being a
good sign that he evidently enjoyed the food provided for him.

Dick had now to leave him for a much longer time than before to the care
of Neptune, who never quitted his master's side during his absence.

One night, after his day's work was over, Dick had wandered down to the
sea-shore, with a thick stick in his hand, which he usually carried to
defend himself, should he encounter any savage beasts, as he thought
that such might possibly exist, though he had not hitherto seen them.

As he approached the beach, he caught sight on the white sand of some
dark objects, which were crawling up slowly from the sea. Though he had
never before seen any, he at once guessed that they were turtles. He
remained concealed, so as to allow them, without being frightened, to
reach the upper part of the beach, where they began scratching away and
depositing their eggs.

"We shall have food enough now, without diminishing the stock of wild
animals on shore," thought Dick. "Those are just the things to do Lord
Reginald good. If we have to make a voyage, we can lay in a good store
of them."

He wisely waited until a number of turtles had deposited their eggs in
the sand, then rushing from his place of concealment, he turned over
half a dozen on their backs, thus effectually preventing them from
making their escape. Then, seizing one by the hind legs, he dragged it
up towards his hut, when he killed it. Lord Reginald was still awake.
He ran in and told him the good news.

"I wish that I could get up and help you, Hargrave," was the answer.

"Do not think of it, my lord," said Dick. "I can manage them by
myself," and away he again started, and dragged up in succession the
remainder of his captives. These, however, he did not kill. He
determined, if possible, t