But he was sullen, and even morose, in view of the fate that awaited him.
"Boat just come round that point," said the captain from the pilot-house, when the party had returned to the forecastle.
Captain Pecklar seemed to be hardly able to speak; he was so exhausted by his night watch, and by constant fits of coughing, that he could hardly make himself heard.
"What boat is it, Pecklar ?" asked the major, straining his eyes to discover it.

"I don't see it." "Take my glass, and you can see it," added the captain, more faintly than before.

"I don't think I can stand it any longer, Major Pierson." "But we can't get along without you, Pecklar.

We haven't another hand that knows how to steer," replied the major, as he hastened up to the pilot-house, followed by Christy.
Captain Pecklar had fainted and fallen from the wheel..