"God's will be done! ’Tis a mercy that my dear love is spared this last terror. Our pain will not be long."
A shaft of moonlight entered the cabin, and there we perceived Dawson kneeling by the crib, with his head laid upon the pillow beside his daughter.
He rose and came out without again turning to look on Moll, and Mr. Godwin took his place.
"I feel more happy, Kit," says Jack, laying his hand upon my shoulder. "I do think God will be merciful to us."
"Aye, surely," says I, wilfully mistaking his meaning. "I think the water hath risen no higher this last hour."
"I'll see how our sheet hangs; do you look if the water comes in yet at the sluice hole."
And so, giving my arm a squeeze as he slips his hand from my shoulder, he went to the fore part of the vessel, while I crossed to the sluice hole, where the water was spurting through a chink.
I rose after jamming the jacket to staunch the leak, and turning towards Jack I perceived him standing by the bulwark, with the moon beyond. And the next moment he was gone. And so ended the life of this poor, loving, unlucky man.
I know not whether it was this lightening of our burden, or whether at that time some accident of a fold in the sail sucking into the leaking planks, stayed the further ingress of waters, but certain it is that after this we sank no deeper to any perceptible degree; and so it came about that we were sighted by a fishing-boat from Carthagena, a little after daybreak, and were saved—we three who were left.
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