Cooper could only get down a mouthful or two.

He had received his death-wound, and was manifestly sinking.
He revived, however, from time to time, and spoke cheerfully, whenever he spoke at all.

Welch informed him of every incident that took place, however minute.

Then he would nod, or utter a syllable or two.
On being told that they were passing through sea-weed, he expressed a wish to see some of it, and when he had examined it, he said to Hazel, "Keep up your heart, sir; you are not a hundred miles from land." He added gently, after a pause, "But I am bound for another port." About five in the afternoon, Welch came aft, with the tears in his eyes, to say that Sam was just going to slip his cable, and had something to say to them.
They went to him directly, and Hazel took his hand and exhorted him to forgive all his enemies.

"Hain't a got none," was the reply.
Hazel then, after a few words of religious exhortation and comfort, asked him if he could do anything for him.
"Ay," said Cooper, solemnly.