CHAPTER XXII.
AT last Cooper ordered Fenner to hold his jaw, and come aft, and help sail the boat.
But the man, being now stark mad, took no notice of the order.

His madness grew on him, and took a turn by no means uncommon in these cases.
He saw before him sumptuous feasts, and streams of fresh water flowing.
These he began to describe with great volubility and rapture, smacking his lips and exulting.

And so he went on tantalizing them till noon.
Meantime, Cooper asked Mr.Hazel if he could sail the boat.
"I can steer," said he, "but that is all.

My right arm is benumbed." The silvery voice of Helen Rolleston then uttered brave and welcome words.

"I will do whatever you tell me, Mr.Cooper." "Long life to you, miss!" said the wounded seaman.