The sailor gasped.
"It is brandy," he said suddenly.

"I can't have dreamt that." Then he broke into a violent sobbing.

Dick knelt by his side, and took his hand.
"It is assuredly no dream, Father," he said gently.

"I am really your son, Dick.

I am here with a trusty friend, and now we have found you, you may be sure that we will, in some way, manage your escape.