And if you don't feel able for steering, I'll lash the helm and heave to, while I get you your breakfasts and dinners; and so we'll manage famously, and soon reach the Coral Island." Bill smiled faintly as I ran on in this strain.
"And what will you do," said he, "if it comes on to blow a storm ?" This question silenced me, while I considered what I should do in such a case.

At length I laid my hand an his arm, and said, "Bill, when a man has done all that he _can_ do, he ought to leave the rest to God." "Oh, Ralph," said my companion, in a faint voice, looking anxiously into my face, "I wish that I had the feelin's about God that you seem to have, at this hour.

I'm dyin', Ralph; yet I, who have braved death a hundred times, am afraid to die.

I'm afraid to enter the next world.

Something within tells me there will be a reckoning when I go there.