I shall give it something to eat! It will love us well! Mama, I am going to bring it a piece of sugar!" "Stay still, my child," replied Mrs.Weldon smiling.

"I believe that the poor animal is dying of hunger, and it will prefer a good mess to your morsel of sugar." "Well, then, let it have my soup," cried little Jack.

"I can do without it very well." At that moment the barking was more distinctly heard.

Three hundred feet, at the most, separated the two ships.

Almost immediately a dog of great height appeared on the starboard netting, and clung there, barking more despairingly than ever.
"Howik," said Captain Hull, turning toward the master of the "Pilgrim's" crew, "heave to, and lower the small boat." "Hold on, my dog, hold on!" cried little Jack to the animal, which seemed to answer him with a half-stifled bark.
The "Pilgrim's" sails were rapidly furled, so that the ship should remain almost motionless, less than half a cable's length from the wreck.
The boat was brought alongside.