As his head dropped back upon the pillow something fell upon his chest with a little tap, and rolling off, rattled along the boards.

He sprang up, caught a lantern from a hook, and flashed it upon the floor.

There was the missile which had struck him--a little golden brooch.

As he lifted it up and looked closer at it, a thrill passed through him.

It had been his own, and he had given it to Amos Green upon the second day that he had met him, when they were starting together for Versailles.
This was a signal then, and Amos Green had not deserted them after all.
He dressed himself, all in a tremble with excitement, and went upon deck.