It seemed to me that the Admiral's eyelids flickered.

"Speak to him again," I said.
"Take his hand." Bartholomew Columbus, kneeling in the _Cordera's_ cabin, put his arm about his great brother.

That is what he called him,--"Christopher, my great brother, it is Bartholomew! Don't you know me?
Don't you remember?
I must go to England, you said, to see King Henry.

To tell him what you could do--what you have done, my great brother! Don't you remember?
I went, but I was poor like you who are now Viceroy of the Indies--and I was shipwrecked besides and lost the little that we had scraped--do you remember ?--and must live like you by making maps and charts, and it was long before I saw King Henry!--Christopher, my great brother! He lies like death!" I said, "He is returning, but he is yet a long way off.

Keep speaking." "But King Henry said at last, 'Go bring us that brother of yours, and we think it may be done!' And he gave me gold.