The other boy, obeying an involuntary but generous impulse, rushed to the assistance of his companion, only to share his misfortune.

They were both terribly burned, and conveyed to the hospital.
Every morning the rations for the day were served out to the patients.
The quality of the food, always excepting a dark-looking liquid of revolting aspect, known as "beer porridge," and which I ate only through fear of starvation was generally good, and the quantity was sufficient to keep the patients alive, while they had no reason to apprehend ill consequences from a surfeit.
In the course of the forenoon Captain Bacon came to see me.

He expressed regret at my misfortune, and tried to console me with the assurance that I should be well cared for.

He said the ship Packet would sail the next day, that my chest and bedding should be sent to the house where the crew had boarded, that HE HAD COMMENDED ME TO THE PARTICULAR CONSIDERATION OF THE AMERICAN CONSUL, who was his consignee, an would see that I was sent back to the United States as soon as I should be in a condition to leave the hospital.

He put a silver dollar into my hand, as he said to buy some fruit, bade me be of good cheer, and left me to my reflections.
In the afternoon of the same day, one of my shipmates, a kind-hearted lad, about my own age, called at the hospital to bid me farewell.