g his hands and his feet, and
occasionally his forehead. It is difficult to say whether these means
had any effect. At length, at all events, he slowly opened his eyes;
then he closed them again, and they thought that he was dying. Then
once more he opened them, and looked about him with a puzzled and pained
expression of countenance. Now he gazed inquiringly at David--now at
Harry.

"Where is Tristram? where is my grandson?" he asked, speaking very
slowly. "Gone! gone! oh, don't say that. What have you done with him,
my young masters?"

With sad hearts the boys told him how the accident had happened.

"Then may God take me to my boy, my poor boy," he exclaimed hiding his
face in his hands, and sinking back once more into the bottom of the
boat.

CHAPTER THREE.

WHERE WERE THEY?--RAW FISH--SLEEP--THE BRIG WITHOUT A CREW--AN AGED
CHRISTIAN.

The gale continued blowing harder than ever, and had not the boat been
built especially to encounter heavy seas, she would very soon have been
swamped. It was only by careful steering, indeed, that this could be
avoided, while the two boys took it by turns to bail out the water which
occasionally came in over the gunwale in rather alarming quantities.
Still they did not lose courage. They, however, grew very hungry, and
began to look wistfully at the hamper of fish.

"I wish we had a stove of some sort, that we might cook some of these
fish," said David, holding up a mackerel. "I am getting fearfully
ravenous."

"Just scrape off the scales and take out the inside of one of them, and
hand it to me," answered Harry, who was steering. "I have seen seamen
eat raw fish, and raw meat too, and the islanders in the South Seas I
know do, so we must if we are not to starve."

David prepared the fish as directed, during the intervals of bailing.
Still he could not bring himself to eat any. Harry's inside was more
seasoned. A midshipman's berth in those days did not allow of any
squeamishness.

"Just pour a little water into the tin mug, it will help it down," he
said, after he had taken a few mouthfuls of the fish.

They had found a tin mug, with a jar of fresh water. They husbanded the
water carefully, and David poured out very little, lest it should be
jerked out of the mug as the boat was tossed about. Harry dipped the
bits of fish into the water before eating them. It took away somewhat
of the raw taste, he fancied. Still he very soon came to an end of his