It finally changed into a heavy rain, which we could with difficulty protect ourselves from; there was, however, a half-deck to the pinnace, under which we crept, and sheltered ourselves.
Here, crowded close together, we talked over the late accident.

Fritz assured me he was never in any danger, and that he would plunge again into the sea that moment, if he had the least hope that it would lead him to find his mother and Francis.

We all said the same; though Jack confessed that his friends, the waves, had not received his visit very politely, but had even beat him very rudely.
"But I would bear twice as much," said he, "to see mamma and dear Francis again.

Do you think, papa, that the savages could ever hurt them?
Mamma is so good, and Francis is so pretty! and then, poor mamma is so lame yet; I hope they would pity her, and carry her." Alas! I could not hope as my boy did; I feared that they would force her to walk.

I tried to conceal other horrible fears, that almost threw me into despair.