The captain says so; and he's not a man to be mistaken.
I thought I'd got his letter with me; and I would have read you a part of it, but I left it at Mrs.Dawson's in my desk; and I can't send it to you,' blushing as she remembered certain passages in which 'the captain' wrote very much like a lover, 'or else I would.
But you may be quite sure it was your husband that ventured into all that danger to save his old friend's life, or the captain would not have said so.' 'But they weren't--they weren't--not to call great friends.' 'I wish I'd got the letter here; I can't think how I could be so stupid; I think I can almost remember the very words, though--I've read them over so often.

He says, "Just as I gave up all hope, I saw one Philip Hepburn, a man whom I had known at Monkshaven, and whom I had some reason to remember well"-- (I'm sure he says so--"remember well"), "he saw me too, and came at the risk of his life to where I lay.

I fully expected he would be shot down; and I shut my eyes not to see the end of my last chance.

The shot rained about him, and I think he was hit; but he took me up and carried me under cover." I'm sure he says that, I've read it over so often; and he goes on and says how he hunted for Mr.Hepburn all through the ships, as soon as ever he could; but he could hear nothing of him, either alive or dead.

Don't go so white, for pity's sake!' said she, suddenly startled by Sylvia's blanching colour.