His eyes were fixed upon Willis with an ineffable expression of recognition and regret.

He convulsively grasped the Pilot's hand and pressed it to his breast, and his lips parted as if to speak.

Willis bent his ear to the mouth of the dying man, but all that followed was an expiring sigh.

His earthly career was ended.
The hardy sailor who is supposed never to shed a tear, then wiped the corner of his eyes.

Next he turned to the children of his adoption, whose pale faces indicated the amount of blood they had shed, and whose wounds, if he could have transferred them to himself, would have less pained his powerful muscles than they now grieved his excellent heart.
A party of boarders from the enemy had taken possession of the ship.
Willis reported himself to the officer in command, and at his request, Fritz and Jack, together with the cargo of the pinnace, were conveyed on board the victorious schooner.