But Skipper was too far gone to remember that Jerry existed.

He staggered, with wide-spread arms to keep from falling, along the cabin floor for'ard to the bunk in the tiny stateroom.
Jerry was truly of a kingly line.

He wanted to call out and beg to be taken down.

But he did not.

He controlled himself, he knew not why, save that he was possessed by a nebulous awareness that Skipper must be considered as a god should be considered, and that this was no time to obtrude himself on Skipper.