The boat was weather-tight enough--it was a false move of Barney's capsized her,--and I'd a good hold of her with one hand when I gripped him with the other.

Oh! Barney dear! Why would ye always have your own way?
Oh, why--why did ye lose your hold?
Ye thought all hope was over, darling, didn't ye?
Ah, if ye had but known the brave hearts that--" I suppose it was because I was crying as well as Dennis that I did not see Mr.Johnson till he was standing by the Irish boy's hammock.

I know I got a sound scolding for the state of his pulse (which the third mate seemed to understand, as he understood most things), and was dismissed with some pithy hints about cultivating common-sense and not making a fool of myself.

I sneaked off, and was thankful to meet Alister and pour out my tale to him, and ask if he thought that our new friend would have brain-fever, because I had let him talk about his shipwreck.
Alister was not quite so sympathetic as I had expected.

He was so much shocked about the crucifix and about Dennis praying for Barney's soul, that he could think of nothing else.