The sentry's safe, and the howitzer is but five paces from the door.

A rush upon deck, lads, and she's ours! That is, mine.

Mine and my wife's, Mrs.Lionel Crofton, of Seven Crofts, no oaks--Sarah Purfoy, lady's-maid and nurse--ha! ha!--lady's-maid and nurse!" This last sentence contained the name-clue to the labyrinth in which Rufus Dawes's bewildered intellects were wandering.

"Sarah Purfoy!" He remembered now each detail of the conversation he had so strangely overheard, and how imperative it was that he should, without delay, reveal the plot that threatened the ship.

How that plot was to be carried out, he did not pause to consider; he was conscious that he was hanging over the brink of delirium, and that, unless he made himself understood before his senses utterly deserted him, all was lost.
He attempted to rise, but found that his fever-thralled limbs refused to obey the impulse of his will.