He was willing to do any thing he could for the aid of the captain, if he could do it without sacrificing his principles.
"It was a part of my purpose to obtain assistance from the surgeon of the steamer for poor Pecklar," continued the major.

"But you have moored us all here by refusing to steer the boat, and the captain will die without our being able to do a single thing for him.

There is not even a drop of brandy on board of this boat to restore him." "What do you propose to do, Major Pierson ?" asked Christy.
"Just now, all I desire is to procure assistance for poor Pecklar," replied the major.

"But we are as helpless as though we were all babies, for we can't handle the steamer, and cannot run down to the Bellevite.
I hope you will not have the death of this poor fellow on your conscience." "I will not.

I will take the Leopard alongside of the Bellevite, if you like," replied Christy; and he regarded this as a mission of humanity which he had no right to decline.
"The steamer has turned about!" shouted one of the soldiers on the forecastle.
Christy had noticed that the Bellevite was coming about before the announcement came from below, for his nautical eye enabled him to see her first movement.