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On stepping into the boat Ned noticed a number of packages in sail-cloth, and asked what they were.

“Provisions an’ sich like as you may need while stoppin’ here. The captain tells me he has given you a first-class outfit, large enough to keep you like a prince for a year.”

While speaking Mr. Stout had begun to row toward the shore, and when they were so far from the brig that his words could not be overheard by the captain, who was watching them from the quarter-deck, he said as he motioned with his foot toward a small bundle which lay under the stern-sheets:

“I found a lot of fish-lines, a pocket knife, an’ a quantity of matches in my room this mornin,’ so I put ’em aboard thinkin’ they might come in handy for you.”

“What would I want with such things if I’m goin’ to the hospital?” Ned asked in surprise.

“Is that where you’re bound for?” the mate inquired, and now it was his turn to show astonishment.

“Of course. Didn’t the captain tell you?”

“I ain’t certain as he did. I’ve been pretty busy on deck since you was taken sick, an’ haven’t had much chance to talk with him.”