hey are put
together," answered Dick, and he then explained the character of the
craft he proposed to build. "My idea is, that when your lordship can
take a part in the work, we may build one large enough to carry us to
Batavia, or to one of the other places of which the English have of late
taken possession."

"I really don't know that you ought to count much on my help, though
I'll do my best," said Lord Reginald; "but the idea is a capital one,
and I long to get well to be able to help you. But you must be pretty
tired by this time, and you ought to lie down and get some sleep. I
feel ashamed of keeping you so long out of your cot."

"Thank you, my lord. If I thought it worth while I would soon make
another for myself; but my bed is as comfortable as I want, and I beg
you will not think I miss the cot," was the answer.

Dick awoke early, and found Lord Reginald sleeping soundly and calmly.
As he watched him he began to hope that he might recover, and he knelt
down and prayed that he might be made the instrument of restoring him to
health.

His patient gave no sign of waking. Dick, having first made up his fire
ready for cooking breakfast, went down to the shore, to see how the
turtles had behaved in their pen. He found to his satisfaction that
although they had turned up the sand, they had not escaped. He at once
cut a number of boughs to place over the top and the upper part of the
eastern side, so as to shade them from the heat of the sun, which rose
before he had completed his task. He then returned, and looking into
his hut, found that his companion was still sleeping.

He now set to work to cut up the turtle, and to cook some of it for
breakfast. He felt very doubtful as to how this should be done, but
thought he should be safe in putting some on to stew, and in carving
some cutlets, which he placed before the fire to cook, as he had done
the venison. He also kneaded some cakes as thin and delicate-looking as
he could make them. This done, he entered the hut, when he found Lord
Reginald sitting up in his cot.

"I should much wish, Hargrave, to get up and wash my hands and face, but
I feel so weak that I am afraid I could not accomplish it alone. May I
venture to ask you to assist me?" he said, in a hesitating tone.

"My lord, I should be delighted to help you; but I am sure you had
better not make the attempt. I'll get some water. I have a piece of
cloth which will serve as a towel, and as