“She said that her father was busily engaged in writing his memoirs, and that his mind was so occupied, he had not concerned himself at all about our situation, that is, if he had noticed that we were not moving. ‘If he wants to see the steward, or anybody else,’ I said, ’please call upon me. You know I represent the whole ship’s company, and I shall be delighted to do anything for him or for you.’ She thanked me very much and went below.
“She came up again, after this, but her maid came with her, and the two walked on deck for a while. I didn’t have much to say to them that time; but just before dark Miss Minturn came on deck alone, and walked forward, where I happened to be. ‘Sir,’ said she, and her voice trembled a little as she spoke, ’if anything should happen, will you promise me that you will try to save my father?’ You can’t imagine how these touching words from this beautiful woman affected me. ’My dear lady,’ said I, and I hope she did not take offence at the warmth of my expression, ’I don’t see how anything can happen; but I promise you, on the word of a sea-soldier, that if danger should come upon us, I will save not only your father, but yourself and your maid. Trust me for that.’
“The look she gave me when I said these words, and especially the flash of her eye when I spoke of my being a sea-soldier, made me feel strong enough to tear that sea-monster’s arm in twain, and to sail away with the lovely creature for whom my heart was beginning to throb.”
“It’s a pity,” said the blacksmith, “that you hadn’t jumped into the water while the fit was on you, and done the tearing.”
“A man often feels strong enough to do a thing,” said the marine, “and yet doesn’t care to try to do it, and that was my case at that time; but I vowed to myself that if the time came when there was any saving to be done, I’d attend to Miss Minturn, even if I had to neglect the rest of the family.
“She didn’t make any answer, but she gave me her hand; and she couldn’t have done anything I liked better than that. I held it as long as I could, which wasn’t very long, and then she went down to her father.”
“Glad of it,” said the blacksmith.
“When I had had my supper, and had smoked my pipe, and everything was still, and I knew I shouldn’t see anybody any more that night, I began to have the quakes and the shakes. If even I had had the maid to talk to, it would have been a comfort; but in the way of faithfully attending to her employers that woman was a trump. She cooked for them, and did for them, and stuck by them straight along, so she hadn’t any time for chats with me.