I trust him to you." "Jack Robinson" opened his mouth, and stood as if turned to stone.
"You hear! Quick!" cried the Captain.
"Ay, ay, sir!" roared the man, and his voice was like a dismal groan.
The "Flash's" head had been turned for the shore, and she was going at full speed for the Cornish coast, and, with the remaining boats ready for lowering, when necessary, the steam pumps going, and the men, under the first lieutenant's orders, toiling away, stretching sails over the terrible gap in the gun-boat's side, while the propeller spun round, to force her through the dense fog, in the hope that the nearest port might be reached.
Meanwhile, the coxswain had recovered a little from his stupor, and, armed with the life-belts, made his way to the cabin, where he found the Skipper, lying quite helpless on the floor.
"What cheer, my lad!" he cried, and his presence there, roused the boy at once; "feel a bit queery ?" "Yes; so ill, Jack," said the Skipper.
"On'y qualmy, my lad.

Soon be better." "Where's my father?
Is anything the matter ?" "Oh, nothing much.

Set o' lubbers shoved one o' them big 'ormous passenger boats aboard us, in the fog.

Cap'n sent me to look arter you, and put this here on, but it's 'bout ten sizes too big.

I shall have to cut it down.