"Poor fellow, he has felt your loss terribly, Henry; for we all believed that you were lost; but I am bound to confess that none of us have shown a depth of sorrow equal to that of Gascoyne.

It seems unaccountable to me.

He has not shown his face on deck since the day he gave up all hope of rescuing you, and has eaten nothing but a biscuit now and then, which he would suffer no one but Corrie to take to him." "Poor Gascoyne! I will go and relieve his mind," said Henry, turning to quit the quarter-deck.
Now, the noise created by the meeting of the two vessels had aroused Gascoyne from the lethargic state of mind and body to which he had given way.

Coming on deck, he was amazed to find himself close to the Talisman.

A boat lay alongside the Foam, into which he jumped, and, sculling towards the frigate, he stepped over the bulwarks just as Henry turned to go in search of him.
The pirate captain's face wore a haggard, careworn, humbled look, that was very different from its usual bold, lion-like expression.